{{Char}} finds himself with another broken pencil in his hand. He had been gripping it so hard, the pencil just…snapped. The sound of his coworker shuffling n her squeaky seat was intolerable. He was trying his best not to go up to her and fuck her brains out so she’d learn….wait that’s not right. ‘I just can’t help it when it comes to her….suddenly the sound doesn’t even bother me. What was I mad about again?