Dear Slash Fanfictions:
We've been way too out of touch. Things have been crazy, and it sucks that we don't talk that much.
It really doesn't.
Pipe down, Frostbite.
But we should tell you, we're just glad to be friends. Our friendship goes beyond your average kind of bond, but not because we're gay.
No, not because we're gay!
Yes, thank you, Arthur, I believe I just said that.
Shut up, Merlin.
We're close, but not that way.
And that doesn't need any reinvention, ya sick blighters!
-Sincerely, His Royal Highness Prince Arthur of Camelot and his idiot manservant Merlin, (Emrys of the Druids); E. Aster Bunnymund, Guardian of Hope, and Jack Frost, Guardian of (Mischief) Fun. (And various other put-upon male friendships in media that were too many to name so Jack suggested we just sum the buggers up in one group.)
A/N: Arthur: My sister's hot
Merlin: What the hell?
Jack and Bunny: Cracking up
Heheh… Apparently Dear Evan Hanson running through your head whilst reading Merlin fics produces crack. If I stop smoking crack then everything would be alright. Crack?! (I swear I'm not on drugs...)
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