Gemotions

"Well, now," Arthur drawled, his voice a low rumble. He held the newspaper up, pointing at the picture of the 'automatic dog-walking device'. He had designed the exact same thing last year. He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair, a small smile playing on his lips. His shoulders shook slightly. He set the paper down, then spun around in his chair, grabbing his drawing pad and a fresh pencil. His mind buzzed with ideas, variations, improvements. He had a feeling his next concept would be even more...complicated.