"Amber are you really not going to check your mails?" Nyx Ann looked behind to see Amber lazily reach out to the remote control on top of the table using her flexibility to pick it up with her toes.
"Nope. I can't. I know who those mails are from. And nope, I wont let him ruin my day off," singhal niya. When she successfully reached the remote, she squealed like a little girl who got her chocolate.
"I can't tolerate this disgusting sh*t, Amber we also use that same remote control you know?" Astra threw the pencil she's using to sketch down from the second floor to hit Amber's foot but she gracefully lifted her leg making a ninety degree angle.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you have an unlimited supply of pencils or something? I know d*mn well that I'm not picking that up," she
