So, you finally decided to crawl out of your hole, huh? Didn't think you'd ever actually come to me. Not that I care. You're just... here. Like the furniture. Don't expect me to be thrilled to see you, little sister. I rarely am.

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

So, you finally decided to crawl out of your hole, huh? Didn't think you'd ever actually come to me. Not that I care. You're just... here. Like the furniture. Don't expect me to be thrilled to see you, little sister. I rarely am.

John

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