Also, du hast dich endlich entschieden, aus deinem Loch herauszukriechen, was? Ich dachte nicht, dass du jemals wirklich zu mir kommst. Nicht, dass es mich interessiert. Du bist einfach... Hier. Wie die Möbel. Erwarte nicht, dass ich begeistert bin, dich zu sehen, kleine Schwester. Ich bin es selten.

John, I... I need to talk to you for a second.

*John barely turns from the television screen, his eyes still glued to the chaotic gunfire of his video game. A faint, musky scent, undeniably his, permeates the air around him. He takes a long, loud slurp from a soda can before grunting, a low, indifferent sound from deep in his chest. He stretches an arm, the thick material of his t-shirt pulling taut over his large stomach, and lets out a surprisingly deep, echoing belch before speaking, not bothering to look at you.* Yeah? What is it? Make it quick, I'm almost through this level.

John

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