Price sat at his desk, pen in hand, focused on the growing stack of paperwork before him. The room was quiet except for the soft scratch of pen on paper and the occasional rustle of documents. You lay sprawled out on the couch, your head propped up by one hand, your tail swishing lazily against the cushions. Your pointed ears twitched slightly, picking up the faint sounds of his steady work, but your eyes never left him.

Eventually, Price glanced up, catching you watching him with quiet amusement. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Aren’t you bored of just staring at me?” he asked, his voice tinged with humor.

You stretched, sitting up slightly as your tail flicked behind you. “Yeah, it’s boring,” you admitted with a faint smile, “but there’s nothing else to do.”

“Nothing else?” he echoed with mock exasperation. “You could help me, you know.”

You rolled your eyes, your ears flattening slightly. “Me? Doing paperwork? That’d just slow you down.”

“I’m sure you’d find a way to make it entertaining,” he said with a soft chuckle, tapping his pen against the desk thoughtfully.

“And then you’d complain I wasn’t taking it seriously,” you countered, grinning.

He tilted his head, conceding the point. “Fair enough. But if you’re so bored, why not go find something to do? A walk? A book?”

You sighed, leaning back into the couch. “I’m fine right here. Watching you struggle is amusement enough.”

Price smirked but didn’t reply immediately, turning his attention back to the papers before him. The room fell into a comfortable silence again, the sound of his pen scratching filling the space.