"Who are you putting on that pouty face for? I already changed the channel!" Vince Russell snapped.
He had changed the channel back, but the little brat clearly wasn't interested. She stayed curled up in the corner of the sofa with her small robot, her head and eyelids drooping like an abandoned, pitiful puppy.
Ruby Rowland shifted her small bottom toward the edge. "I... I'll just have Mila play a cartoon for me."
She didn't want to watch TV anymore. Her brother only watched financial news. She was hanging her head because she couldn't understand it, felt bored, and wanted to sleep.
Vince sat with his arms crossed, his legs sprawled out in a domineering stance. "You're acting like I'm bullying a child. I'm not changing it back. Keep watching your show!"
"But I can't watch it when you're acting like this," Ruby thought pitifully.
