"Ouch! Stop hitting my shoulders; how could I type the exact code if you're constantly shaking me stupid!" Keno snapped on the other line, his frustration evident in his voice.
Draymond could hear the clattering of keyboards, indicating that his friends shared the same space, their voices loud enough to shatter even the hardest glass to break.
'Aish! Keiffer's mouth is still loud as a megaphone,' Draymond ruminates, gently shaking his head.
"Hey! Keiffer, fetch me tomorrow before the time strikes five," Draymond instructed
"Sure! But wait, what happened to you? Where have you been all this time? We've been staying up all night searching for you," Keiffer exclaimed dramatically over the phone.
***
Draymond moved his phone away from his ear, trying to reduce the volume. "Are you trying to make me sound impaired, Keiffer?" Draymond replied coldly.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!