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Lea watched Keith look around her room. It was obvious by his expression that he didn't much care for it. When he mentioned sprucing the room up, she knew she was correct.

The idea did sound like fun. The room was pretty boring. But was it normal for a boy to concentrate so much on a G.I.R.L.'s needs like this? Lea didn't know. She had no prior experience with boys, so she deduced that this must be normal behavior.

"Oh, okay!" Lea nodded eagerly. If this was what Keith wanted to do, then it was what she wanted to do, too.

She's not a real girl.

I know.

But you're acting like she is.

I know. Shut up.

Keith argued with himself mentally. He'd been raised to be a gentleman, and he'd never been told not to be one if the girl was really a robot. "Yeah, so, follow me, then." Keith led her silently through the house. Through the kitchen, down the back hallway, past the downstairs bathroom, through the landry room, and out the back door. Then he crossed a corner of the backyard and went into the garage. His mother, the obsessively neat pack-rat, had organized and labeled the whole contents of the garage. In a few minutes, Keith found the bins he was looking for.

'Sarah's Things', 'R.J.'s Things' and 'Devon's Things' two bins each. Clear, see-through bins with neatly done tags. And there was a bit of space at the end of the shelf, surely to hold a bin labled 'Keith's Things', when he left for college next year. "Go ahead," Keith said. Sarah liked powder blue, and most of her room decoration had been blue satin or silk with cream-colored lace trim. R.J. had been artistic, and a lot of his was either brightly colored, tye-dyed, or hand painted by him. Devon had been like his father, businesslike, so his things were of leather and brass. Sarah was a doctor, R.J. an evironmental lawyer, and Devon was working for his father. Everything according to plan. Well, okay, R.J. was supposed to be a corporate lawyer, but still.

There had never been a plan for Keith. Keith had never been planned.

Keith sat in a old, sqashy armchair, and some of the stuffing leaked out through a hole in the cushion. "Pick whatever you like. If there's nothing there you want, we'll go to the store." Suddenly, Keith felt that maybe he really was sick. He waited patiently for Lea.

"You can never go back... you can... never... go... back...!" Sachio exaggerated in his spooky voice, undulating his body like a living cooked noodle. "She said down! Too late now!"

Ryo snickers. "Go eat breakfast, dork." Sachio looks about to protest to being called a dork, but settles for giving Ryo a dirty look before trudging off downstairs. Ryo continued speaking, this time to Kara. "Hers isn't really any worse than my room. We pretty much only joke about it because she always leaves it like that, door wide open and everything. Just be careful if you go in; there's lots of stuff to step on in there."

As he speaks he leads her upstairs. "Sorry to put you all the way up on the third floor. The rest of us are too lazy to climb all the way up here one a regular basis." He grins then knocks lightly on the first door they reach. A tall, thin older man pokes his head out of the door. The room behind him is putting off the smell of tobacco. "Mom wanted to know if you wanted lunch."

"Tell her-"

"Can't; still haven't shown Kara her room. Seeya. Last stop, Kara's new digs." He takes Kara into the room directly across and closes the door. He really didn't want to stick around chatting. "Um... we just don't get along too well." He says apologetically to Kara, by way of explanation. "So I avoid him when I can. Anyway, this is your space now."

There isn't much in the room. A closet, dresser, nightstand and bed. A lamp on the nightstand. It was, without doubt, a very boring room. The wooden floor was plain except for a cream colored rug next to the bed. The rug matches the walls and the beds linens are green and white striped. "This concludes the ten cent tour of house Etchi. And since I suck at showing people around, you probably have questions." He smiles at Kara.

"You are so perfect", Ryo decided aloud as Kara gave him the sweetest smile and a hug, to boot. He lightly touched her hair and her cheek before he got his mind back on track and dropped his hand to his side. "It's not a horrible thing to say. That stuff is nasty even for me. He's my mom's boyfriend and probably wouldn't ask you for anything anyway. He's not supposed to smoke in the house to begin with, but at least he's keeping to smoking in his room. As for sewing supplies, you're in luck! We keep that stuff right up here in the linen closet."

Ryo cracks the door to make sure Steven's not there, then he steps out and opens the linen closet. Under all the shelves are a sewing machine, thread, needles and other such paraphernalia. There was some fabric and scraps in a box that Ryo pointed to. "Any fabric stuff in there is fair game. Nothing on the shelves, though. That's our sheets and stuff; mom would kill me. Hmn... not a ton here, but you know, there's this fabric store not too far from here. We can go find whatever you need."

Ryo was half tempted to ask his mom along; she and Sachio were the only people in the house that could sew half decent. Maybe it would give her a higher opinion of Kara to see the robot G.I.R.L. volunteering for something so bori- er, creative. And much as he tried to shrug it off, he did care what his mother thought.

Kara felt a blush come onto her face; surely he really didn't think that? No one was perfect, which included her as well in that mix.

But at the sound of sewing stuff, Ryo had led Kara to the closet out in the hall of the third floor. Happy and excited, she began looking through what materials she had as the boy explained stuff to her. There were plenty of threads and needles, and lots of little bits of fabric. She had come across some larger pieces, but she wasn't sure if it'd be enough for clothing, but she could sure fill the room with some of this stuff!

She also couldn't help but wonder why his mother wasn't married; since this wasn't Ryo's biological father (since it's not humanly possible, seeing the age of the kids!), then that means there's some family history going on, but best for her not to ask anyways. It was none of her business, and she'd find out in the long run anyways.

"Hm, lots of good bits of fabic in here; this would be good for the bedroom.." she mused to herself. She especially seemed to like one piece that had some puffy clouds on it, obviously a bit childish since they had little cartoon Japanese-cute-style faces and little blush marks. It was very soft as well; she wouldn't wear that around (unless for pajamas), but perhaps some more for the bedding would do the trick. There were also some pretty flower ones too, and a sunset one as well.

Kara was slightly oblivious to whatever Ryo was thinking at hte moment as she went through the rest of the bits of fabric. She seemed to like the little Japanese-cartoonish ones, though why they were even in here she had no clue. But it was such a shame to see them in some little cluttered place unseen, when they could be of great use!

"Hm? Oh, I've got a few options, but most of this stuff looks pretty good." she nodded, as she took out several more unused pieces of felt, some Japanese style, some flowers, some of just plain color. "Thanks again! I'll go through some practice runs before making anything for the rest of you all, of course; by then I'll have whatever processes memorized." she nodded again.

Kara by now had gathered several bits of different kinds of fabrics that were now held in her arms. She turned to Ryo at his question.

"Hm? Oh, that would be good, if you aren't needing it anytime soon. I wouldn't want to seem like I'm hording the items and keeping them away." she answered, before picking up one of the sewing needles.

Now, her robot form was more apparent as she took a moment to examine the tiny needle between her soft fingers, her eyes changing into various colors of the rainbow faster than the speed of light as she bore a concentrated expression. She was getting the name of the tool into her head (or, popping up as text on the side of her vision), what it was made out of, as well as it's function, programmed somewhere deep into her system. She had all the necessary information already; it was just a matter of awakening it for actual use. She watched silently as the text appeared before her and other gears began to whirl normally:

*boo beep*

NAME OF DEVICE: SEWING NEEDLE

MATERIAL: A COMMON SILVER, CARRYING NO ALLERGIC MATERIALS. HARMLESS UNLESS POKING THE TIP OR DRIVING IT INTO YOUR SKIN OR OTHER PARTS OF THE BODY.

FUNCTION: A TOOL FOR THE USE OF TURNING CLOTH TO OTHER ITEMS, SUCH AS BEDDING, CLOTHES, COVERS, OR OTHER MATERIALS.

ANALYSIS COMPLETE.

*boo beep*

After a moment of this, she shrugged and began finding some sewing thread, as if nothing had happened.