"Fuck off!" Antonin let out immediately, nearly knocking his chair over as he jumped up at the smack. Who the---oh. He nearly snarled at his sister and started to clean up his table. He'd been avoiding her for a reason, and felt right stupid for letting his guard down. He knew what she wanted, and he wasn't going to deal with her for any longer than he had to---no, see. Antonin didn't want to get into her lifestyle or be anywhere near it, but he knew Luci had that strange family bond feeling (and he would never admit that he craved for it to--) and was going.
"Get your feet off the table," he snapped, pushing her boots to the ground. Just because they were unfortunately employed (or unemployed, in his case) people, didn't mean they had to look like bloody slobs. "What do you want?"
He couldn't help but ask, even if he was standing with his bag on his shoulders, looking ready to leave at a moment's notice.
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