Katka lay across Kitt's sofa, grinning up at him. He shifted uncomfortably and grinned meekly back. With a flick of her hair she stood up "Well. I've seen your house... Literally your house... So why dont you come round mine? Its not that far away really." She grinned at Kitt who shrugged "Sure. Why not?"
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The house itself sat out of the city centre, unremarkable from the many others either side of it. At the front the same old porsche sat, now silent, as Katka unlocked the front door. Kitt followed her through into the hall. Katka pulled off her boots, indicating for Kitt to do the same, and walked barefoot through to the living room. Her father sat on the couch with his feet up, watching a football game.
He grinned as Katka walked in, smiling to her "Hey girl. Who's the friend?" Katka grinned back, already walking through to the stairway "Kitt, he moved over yesterday... C'mon Kitt, I'l show you my room." Kitt followed Katka obediently, nodding an awkward hello to her dad as he walked up the staircase. Katka's room was the third of only three, for the house was not all that large. Kitt hovered uncertainly at the doorway before being dragged in by Katka. She grinned "Whadya think?" Glancing around Kitt rubbed his neck and shrugged "Is nice?"