“Of course—who do you think he takes after?” Christian laughed from the laundry room.
His voice sounded a little less deep now; I assumed he had already changed form.
He came out with the backpack slung over his shoulder and adjusting a black T-shirt that had a small shield on the heart side; yes, what hung from their necks were military tags. I thought I saw at first glance that the shirt’s logo was a heraldic eagle, like the Prussian coat of arms or something similar. Associating it with something became easier when I remembered he was German, and I realized that together, the pants and the polished combat boots they wore were part of a uniform. The army, perhaps? Christian had a military bearing, like his sister. His upright, proud posture, the haircut…
And certainly, all of him was
