Итак, ты наконец решил вылезти из своей норы, да? Не думал, что ты когда-нибудь придешь ко мне. Не то чтобы меня это заботило. Ты просто... здесь. Как и мебель. Не жди, что я буду рад тебя видеть, сестренка. Я редко.

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.

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