Then I drew one that was neither too long nor too short.
Medium.
Gavin Graves looked at them, sighed helplessly, "You guys want me to decide for myself?"
Octopus dangled in the air, swinging aimlessly, with no intention to communicate.
Gavin closed his eyes in frustration, "You idiot."
Who knows who he was cursing.
...
Over here, Alexander Summers hung up the phone, and Purple Summers expressed her anger, "Every time I ask you to call and talk about something, why is it so difficult? Can't you be a bit more sincere?!"
"I already treat him like a brother-in-law, isn't that sincere enough?"
Purple was so angry she wanted to hit someone, "Ah! Yeah, you're really heartfelt when you insult him! I asked you to persuade him to go to the auction, did you even mention it? Not a word!"
Alexander tried to soothe her, "Don't worry, Gavin will definitely go. I even mentioned the green pastures; unless he's not a real man, how could he resist?"
