Conversations With My Subconscious -- #6 I sighed heavily, glancing over at Fred, who was flopped on the couch as usual with a Playstation 3 controller in his hands. "Well, you did it," I commented. "You managed to avoid NaNoWriMo entirely. Again."Conversations With My Subconscious -- #6 by aximilifaolan
I wasn't really angry, just disappointed. I wasn't surprised at Fred's laziness. I was used to it. Had come to expect it even. But I had hoped for better from him this year. "I hope you're happy," I added after a short pause.
"There's always next year," Fred shrugged. "Maybe I'll be over my slump by then. You never know."
"Maybe," I said doubtfully. I paused again. "You know what, Fred?" I began at last.
"I really miss the old times between us. You know... when it was just you and me. When we actually wrote alone instead of collaborating with someone else."
Fred blinked at me in surprise. "But you love roleplaying."
"I do," I admitted. "But it's become all we're able to do. It's like in the process of improving our roleplaying