Christian looked to his left. There sat Kelvin, humming Mozart sonata no. 12, flipping through pages of a novel.
Christian sighed. Letting his eyes wander right.
His left eye slowly shifting over in a left angle once more, his right soon following.
He hissed at the annoyed expression Kelvin kept on his face as he read on into the book.
"Nothing but scrambled words. Much like scrambled eggs." He let out a loud sigh before thumping the book onto the ground, "I am unable to process it all in one setting, scrambling my brain- much like scrambled eggs."
Kelvin and Christian let out loud, thick sighs in unison.
Christian padded across the floor searching the ground for something unknown.
"This is only the crack of the shell in the investigation." Kelvin said, glaring at Christian. Rolling his thumbs in a circular motion in his palms.
Christian huffed in response and hissed once more.
"I did not ask for this mayhem, Kelvin." He shook his head and cracked his knuckles- much like cracking an egg.
"Eggs really were made for flipping."
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Random"Well," he said, a soft smile beginning to plaster to his face, "I guess eggs really are made for flipping." //THIS BOOK IS LITERALLY A HUGE JOKE BETWEEN ME AND A FEW FRIENDS// PLEASE PLEASE P L E A S E DO NOT TAKE THIS WRITING SERIOUSLY// THANK U
