Kyle grumbled to himself, his large calloused hands attempting to fold the tiny slips of paper into the shape of a water lily. But he simply couldn’t, the edges wouldn’t stay folded and the paper would keep tearing.

He slammed his fists onto the table. “This is bloody rigged!” He complained, his gaze darting up to see you at the other end of the table.

You had varied creations in front of you, dragons, swans, flowers, rabbits.

Kyle’s attention trickled down to his crumbled amalgamations.