My boys aren't behaving.

Like they ever did. Damn Darren, I need angst from you!

Darren: Busy.

Doing what?

Darren: Rick got new handcuffs. Angst later.

Isn't bondage a little redundant when you can turn the cuffs to ash and half the neighbourhood at the same time?

Rick: Spoil-sport.

That does it, I have 1,000 pages of lovely yaoi slash and 5 of actual storyline! Darren get here now *drags Darren bodily away*

Darren: You don't want to do that... *eyes glow black*

Bugger. Mental note - don't create characters who can cause apocalypses. They're hard to control. You guys are aware you live in people's heads right?

Rick: fine. that'll be one eternal chorus of S Club 7 Songs then? *evil grin*

That's going too far!! Darren's supposed to be the evil one!

Darren: while we're re-negotiating, why do I rent a tacky flat? I want to own a house, thank you very much!

You moved to america! Americans rent mainly, it's realism and stuff. Buying homes is an English obsession

Rick: hah, like you have a clue! Since when did you go to america? Sitcoms make bad reference points.

Fine, it is a story thing, because you're angsty and the whole world causes you pain, so what use do you have for material possessions? Especially since you intend to commit suicide every day! What would you do with a house anyway?

Rick: we could have a jacuzzi big enough for both of us...

Darren: yay! That would be so cool!!

WHAT? "yay" "cool"? That does it, I'm taking you back to Yorkshire *begins dragging*

Darren: what? No...

Rick's a bad influence, you're going back to Yorkshire until you get your angst back! *scowl*

Darren: Nooooooo!!! I'l be angsty! I promise!! I will!!! Look all tortured! Wearing black!!! Gothic poetry, I promise!!