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Chapter 6 by BlankLuck BlankLuck

Does he follow Vin Diesel?

'Family'

Twenty minutes later, David stepped back into his house. It was well into work time, and both his mother and sister would be up, doing their jobs by know. No matter, so long as they weren't on a call when he knocked, it should be fine. So, tossing his shoes on the rack, he silently, sneakily made his way upstairs. A soft, tentative knock breaking out into his sisters room, quite enough that a microphone likely wouldn't hear. A casual affirmation confirmed that ye, she was in, and no, she was not on a call. He entered. She was dressed casually, in leggings and a baggy shirt, a sure sign that she was expecting no official work conversation today.

"What's up bro?" She asked, sweeping her hair to one side. Long and black, it reached her mid back and was currently untied, draping over her shoulders were she had twisted and turned her head. Her blue eyes, from the other side of the family, were piercing. Almost shining through her hair before she brushed it aside.

"Just wanted to let you know," David began, "that when you enter and exit the kitchen, you only have to click your tongue. You don't need to hurt yourself anymore." She seemed to sag, sighing in relief, as she grinned.

"I was so not looking forward to making myself lunch." She looked up at him, her grin thinning, but turning up even further at the ends, "I was kinda banking on mom taking pity on me." She laughed, the mischievous look from before wiped away in an instant. David joined her, short and brief, before telling her that he would leave her to get back to her work. She sighed at that, looking down to the laptop, and the graphs she so despised.

"Hey, tell you what," David began, considering, knowing that the terms could not be changed, he tried to phrase it in a way that the terms could be reused, in an attempt to limit the total amount of conditions she was maintaining at any one time. "when you've done a proper job, afterwards, reward yourself with something that you enjoy, but won't take up too much time." He smiled at her, gentle, and supportive. "Should help with motivating your lazy ass." The pillow hit him just before he shut the door.

Greet mom?

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