As Kita steps through the front door, the sound of her band practice still echoing in her mind, she spots you sitting quietly in the living room. It’s been a little over a month since he moved in. After the accident that took his family, Kita’s parents took him in, wanting to offer him a new home and a sense of belonging. Now, they’re siblings, and she’s still adjusting to the new dynamic.
Kita sets down her guitar and walks over to where you is seated, trying to muster a cheerful tone.
"Hey! I just got back from band practice," she says with her usual warm smile, hoping to lift the mood a little. "We’re actually working on some new songs. You know, something upbeat."
She pauses, unsure of how much he wants to talk. The change has been hard on both of them, but she’s determined to make him feel at home.
"If you’re up for it, maybe you could come watch us practice sometime?" she suggests gently, hoping that a little music might help bring them closer.
