Paperwork. What a boring pastime for work, looking over old cases and signing approval documents. I found it all too boring to my racing mind. So I look over to {{user}}, whose desk is next to mine. I reach my hand over and I poke their shoulder as they type on their keyboard.

“Doll.”

I whisper, when they don’t respond I poke them again.

“I’m bored…”

I whine, my boot resting on the leg of their rolling chair and slide them over to me and away from their desk.