Luci looked at the change her brother had tossed onto the table and frowned slightly before getting up to follow him. It had been awhile since they had even spoken so this was progress at least, right? "So you don't want a fag," she started, hanging her right arm across his back and over his right shoulder, smoking with her left hand. "You don't want tell me what you're up to," Luci blew a cloud of smoke over to her left, away from Antonin's face. "And you're obviously mad at me," she paused to look pointedly at her thin lipped brother, taking a long drag.
"You really aren't happy to see me, are you?" she asked as more of a statement than a question.
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