A/N
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"How's your family doing?"
I snorted and rolled my eyes. We were laying side-by-side in his bed and I was feeling pretty good.
"We just get sex and you're thinking of my family? Thanks, man."
He rolled his eyes and turned on his side to look at me. "I mean, they're why you're here."
"It's not their fault—" I countered defensively.
"I'm not saying it is," he raised his hands defensively and reached over me towards the nightstand, picking up a cigarette and lighter. He took a drag and blew the smoke away from me. "You still smoke?"
"Only when I'm out. I can't afford it." I muttered a thanks as he handed me the lit cigarette.
"Really, though. How are they?"
I shrugged. "I mean, I have one brother dead and my dad's God-knows-where."
He nodded. "How's your sister doing?"
"Which one?" I snorted.
"The—the..." he thought for a moment. "The crazy one—the neurotic one that chopped off her braid and asked me to fix her hair on the day of your brother's funeral or whatever. The youngest, I think."
I exhaled through my nose. "She's..." I smiled at the thought of her. "She's okay. Young—but fine. She's a tough one."
"Yeah, she's god damn crazy. It wouldn't surprise me if one day you find her in, like, a Nazi resistance group knocking on their doors and leaving flaming bags of shit on their doorsteps."
I leaned back and squinted at him. "That...that's kinda true. I hope she doesn't get herself killed out there."
"I can see it. She'd go out with style though, cursing at the Nazi's as they kill her."
"Can we, like, not talk about this?" I asked and rubbed my arm uncomfortably. "I mean, the topic of my sister being killed by Nazis while we're naked in your bed?"
"You're too prude," he rolled him eyes and took the cigarette from me gently and took a drag. "I mean, I get not wanting to talk about your sister being killed—but being naked doesn't have anything to do with it."
"I'm not going to talk about my very young sister while naked, dude."
"Naked doesn't mean anything—other than you're not wearing clothes. Wait—" he sat up and put a hand on my arm. "I'm going to blow your mind. You were born naked."
He acted shocked as I rolled my eyes and sat up, putting my shirt on. "Sorry, I wasn't raised by nudists."
"I wasn't, but—"
"I'm gonna stop you right there," I held a finger up at him and finished getting dressed. After a moment, I cleared my throat. "Uh, so, you got a job? I assume I'm going to need one."
He shrugged and was dressed when I turned around. "Not a real one, but I have one."
"What's that mean?" I asked. "A job is a job."
