A letter.

[zenelly]

Dear Guy Sitting at the Table Across from me in the Study Lounge,

Your music is very loud.

I mean it.

I am sitting a good six feet away from you, and I can hear it clearly despite the fact that you have earbuds. Skullcandy earbuds, even, and I know from experience how good those are at NOT leaking noise.

I think you are going deaf.

Please turn down your music so I can write boyporn while skipping one class so I can wake up.

Thank you,
Zene.

(Dear Fic Writing Mojo,

COME BACK TO ME. I MISS YOU.

Tearfully yours forever,
Zene.)