Same Shit, Different Day

"Are you ever going to write anything?"

She rolled her eyes. "Maybe if you would cooperate for once, then yes. I've got two hundred prompts to write, and you never help with any! Why must this always be so difficult with you?"

"I don't know, maybe because you tend to treat me like a walking heap of angst," he shot back. "Granted, you're not as bad as some that I've seen, but just once I'd like to be in something happy rather than just sorrow, woe, pity me pity me."

"Okay, fine." She tossed him a chart and crossed her arms over her chest. "You have free rein. What do you want me to write?"

He looked at the chart, turned it upside-down, flipped it over, then looked back up at her and shrugged. "Hell if I know."

Ael growled and resisted the urge to smack Daniel upside the head.