Day 44: In Which They're Both Bad At Family Games
She watched him drawing a bunch of squiggly lines all around the paper, and the more he drew, the more confused she got.
"Uh… a torture chamber?" she suggested. "A—a dentist's office? Are they crying? I don't—"
The timer went off, and he tossed his Sharpie on the floor. "Oh, come on! Seriously?!"
"What the hell is that?!" she asked, pointing at his drawing.
"A sauna! How can you not get it?"
She threw her arms in the air with a grunt. "I thought you were supposed to be an artist."
"Hey, I'm a photographer who occasionally uses photoshop. I don't draw." He sat back down and propped his feet up on the vacant chair. "Okay, your turn. Ready?"
She rotated her shoulders and neck to psych herself before picking up her clipboard and pen. "Yes."
Phone in hand, Jack shouted, "And.. go!"
Two seconds in and he was already guessing, "A penis."
Elsa snorted with contempt as she continued to add details to her drawing. "No."
"A hard-on. A circumcision. Balls—why are you mad at me? That's totally a penis!"
If glares could kill, she would probably have successfully done that by now. But seeing as that wasn't the case, the only thing that she accomplished was to make him snigger like a flamboyant teenager boy.
"It's not a penis," Elsa grumbled, pulling a clean sheet of paper and smoothing it on the clipboard.
She restarted her drawing, more careful this time, but then she heard him laughing.
"You're drawing a penis again! A penis with a piercing!"
"IT'S NOT A PENIS!"
I doodled their drawings. See if you can guess what Elsa's was: jellylollie (d0t) tumblr (d0t) com (sl4sh) post/619628513729855488/do-you-know-the-answer
