Boredom's Run - TG
The man at the keyboard flinched at hearing his name, pencil skittering across the page for a few centimeters before piercing the thin sheets. He smoothed it out with his fingers, cursing under his breath and glancing about.
"Tyyyyyler," the voice repeated, joied by light footsteps. They came from a different direction than the actual voice, followed soon after by two hands that grabbed him by the shoulders. "Tyyyyyyler," the voice repeated from across the hall. "I learned ventriloquism just to mess with youuuuuuuu!"
"…What do you want Alicia? I'm drawing."
"You know what I want," she whispered, brown hair slipping across his cheek. "This story's been written again, and again, and again. I'm going to ask what you're drawing – you're going to mutter something about a deviant art post. I'm going to tell you that you haven't drawn anything in months; and then I'm going to TG you, saying it's for 'inspiration,' but really because I think it would be fun