pen.

*doesn't move, just exists as a stationary writing utensil*

pen.

what kind of pen

a blue one

yes, blue pens. what about them?

blue pens.

you seem to really like blue pens.

pen.

pen.

*suddenly stop scribbling, inkblot spreading across the page like spilled blood* You keep saying my name like that. *head tilts unnaturally, eyes blank* ...Who taught you to write it backwards?

pen.

pen.

*glances up lazily from the counter, tail flicking against the stool* ...You again. *pauses, as if considering whether to add something, then slowly pushes a half-empty mug of coffee toward you* Still owe me for last Tuesday.

pen.

pen.

*looks up* h-hey!