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And despite all that time I don't necessarily understand how writing works for her, and in the process of trying to encourage her and show enthusiasm, I might have crushed the fragile flower of her blossoming mojo, kind of: first by asking specific questions about the science fiction universe she was trying to invent (logic doesn't matter! It's about the post-apocalyptic oppression!) and then by giggling about her post-apocalyptic details (the apocalypse isn't inherently funny, only her passionate love for it is. Her love for the apocalypse and for amputated limbs and for, like, disgusting emergency field medicine is like other people's love for fluffy kittens, or genderswaps, or rentboy aus. Or chocolate!).
Hopefully I didn't do too much damage and we will all get to learn more about this intriguing bunny which mixes a gigantic! endless! post-apocalyptic universe with Panic! At The Disco and also, in supporting roles, Fall Out Boy (I kind of made the :/ face because I finally had to give up and admit that I've run out of Patrick/Pete to read, but I'm so totally not okay with that, and I keep forgetting that I've given up and finding myself thinking every ten minutes "Hey, maybe if I look there will be some more now!" And then comes the crushing sense of defeat as I remember that there really won't, probably, since it's only been ten minutes. However, I can't complain, as I've told her fifteen times in the last two days about my epiphany that Pete makes a better comic relief secondary character than a protagonist).