He walked downstairs to the kitchen, where his mom was readying dinner. Mikey, Jon's 10-year old brother, and Zoe, his 14-year old Goth sister, were already there at the table.
His mom turned around and saw that Jon was there and smiled. "Oh, fuck. There you are, you mother fucker. Your fucking dinner is almost ready."
"Hey bitch. Do I have to eat this shit?" Mikey said, as their mom handed him his plate of food.
"Yes, unless you want to make your own fucking dinner from now on," their mom answered back.
It wasn't forceful when they used profanity. They weren't angry, they were just making conversation. And they did it all while smiling, which made it extra creepy. But it's what he wished for.
He sat down at the table.
