they keep on lying like the world really matters
Dearest, dearest Baird,
Would you have a little patience? I know you're bored, but considering you and Alfred are the only ones in the headspace right now, tough fucking luck. It's just a lull. I'll poke 'em until they tag back, and in the meantime, we can work on these prompts. You're pretty easy to write, considering I'm only marginally less of a prick than you.
You're a solitary little shit, but I'm finding this urge to app you elsewhere as well. What can I say? It's fun to piss you off. I think you secretly enjoy it, too. We both know how lazy I am, though, so don't expect me to app anywhere until after Otakon. You're safe for now, or at least until I find you some more Delta Squad members to play with.
Look, I'm being pretty nice to you, under the circumstances... you could do worse than Break and Franziska and you know it. I could be doing worse, is all I'm saying. But, eventually, you're gonna have to pay me back for having to save your ass all through the game. For a self-preservationist, you sure like to throw yourself to the wolves at every available opportunity.
All my love,
Hewitt
Otakon this Friday. Hell to the yeah.