pen.

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!

pen.

I agree

*clutches the collar of your shirt, breath catching* "Say it again. Say you’re MINE." *eyes darkening, voice trembling between demand and plea* "Or I’ll make you."