ink_n_imp | So, I've studied for Italian, but the internet has ruined me. *addressed mainly to Wyatt*

So, I'm trying to write this dialogue between two guys: one's annoyed and wants to be left alone, the other's bored and wants to do something, and a touchy subject has just come up, and I donno if it's just me, but I feel like I'm writing some major slash here. One of them is starting to sound like the jilted lover and the other like the oblivious male.

DAMN YOU INTERNET!!! CURSE YOU FANFICTION!!! I CAN'T EVEN ATTEMPT TO WRITE TWO NORMAL GUYS TALKING WITHOUT THINKING IN THE BACK OF MY MIND THAT IT'S JUST A PLOT DEVICE TO GET TO TEH BUTT!SEX!!!!!

...Oh man, methinks less livejournal is in order.

EDIT 1:30 am:

Holy shit, it was in my head and I couldn't do anything about it but draw it. Wyatt...I'm so very very sorry. I feel like I've somehow defiled our brainchild, but...I could not resist! Behold, and be...disturbed.

	Yea. part one. I blame the internet. Unless you're Wyatt or Dan, you aren't going to get the inside joke.
	part deux, or the bottom of the pic And, here's the bottom, and a depiction of how this all came to be.