Wow. You're destroying me here. You know what? I came in expecting to find the Bobo, but I stayed riveted to the fic, pretty much almost trembling as I got to the end, because of Mutu. Your Mutu is amazing. No, I don't think it's enough to express just how very much you've packed in there. And everything is so perfect -- all his movements, his reactions, even the broken up past-present commentary that makes up this narrative -- just making up a picture of a man who is, oftimes, one long, uncontrollable urge to scream. And how well that reflects and rebounds off this Bobo. Who also, before lightning strikes me, may I say is a wonderful, richly coloured Bobo to read. It's nice to see him as a teammate might see him. He's been so many different things at different times, and that coming across through Adrian's PoV is beautiful to read.
Sometimes I think you shouldn't write more often; it might take some of the sheer shock value of the keenness of your characterisation away. [Please, though, ignore my battered heart and start writing a fic every day?]
Given the damage your crazy cat lady fic did to me, Nol, I'm indescribably flattered -- thank you, thank you. (And I ended up with such a strong sense of Mutu by the time I was done writing; it makes me really happy it came through somewhat effectively.)
Sometimes I think you shouldn't write more often; it might take some of the sheer shock value of the keenness of your characterisation away. [Please, though, ignore my battered heart and start writing a fic every day?]
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