Cultured Friend

Karl kept walking.

Curtis quickly caught up, eyes wide. "Wait, wait, wait. You serious?!"

Karl smirked slightly but didn't answer.

"Nah, bro, you gotta tell me," Curtis pressed, grinning. "What kinda stuff we talkin' here? Classic doujins? Monster girls? Some good ol' vanilla? Or are you into the crazy shit?"

Karl chuckled, shaking his head. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Curtis put a hand on his chest dramatically. "I—Karl, I misjudged you. I thought you were this cold, heartless bastard, but you… you're cultured."

Karl rolled his eyes. "I regret saying anything."

"No, no, you don't get it!" Curtis grinned. "I thought I was the only one left! Everyone acts like they're too busy 'surviving' and 'fighting for their lives' to talk about the real important things!"

Karl scoffed. "Oh yeah, hentai is top priority in the apocalypse."