Office Hours, Tuesday All Day

Jean-Paul was in his office, and he was bored. This was never a good thing. The bored part, that is, not him being in his office. Being in his office was merely neutral.

Luckily, a rummage through his desk had produced one of those clicky pens. Anyone looking in his door would find him leaned back in his chair, feet up on the desk, clicking mindlessly away at very high speeds.

Sometimes he had to make his own fun, okay? Don't judge.