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[steadfastknight]

It was an odd, odd feeling to look into the bar and be uncertain about whether or not he wanted to be there.

Kitt stood in the doorway. Behind him was a hotel room.

Well, he did have news. And Michael had said that he wanted him to see people. And he had also said that he would, but that he wouldn't stay long.

So with that decision made, he stepped inside and closed the door. He would come in. But as he'd thought, he wouldn't stay long.

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[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"Kitt! Kitt, over here!"

It's a face he recognizes, and perhaps more importantly, a face he recognizes that doesn't belong to someone he wants to strangle. He just hopes Kitt can hear him over the din of the bar.

[steadfastknight]

Kitt recognized both the car and the laptop, and... he stared as he realised that Karr was in the laptop...

"Dear heavens, Karr, what's happened?" he asked, worries of self forgotten as he hurried over.

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR sighed. "I caught a virus from that Windows 95 girl-and before you say anything, I wasn't exchanging files or anything with her. It just happened to jump over somehow."

[steadfastknight]

Kitt visibly winced, reaching over to pull the laptop into his arms. He didn't like Karr seeming so unprotected, and he could at least offer a bit of a physical sheild. "Dear heavens, indeed. Is there anything I can do?"

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"You could not drop me," he said dryly. He hadn't expected to be picked up so suddenly. "Or my microphone or camera. I'd like to avoid being blind, deaf, and mute."

[steadfastknight]

"As if I would." One-handed, he pulled over a chair and set up his brother's microphone and camera on the hood that was... cold. It wasn't right at all. He sat with the laptop (suitably) in his lap, and carefully held on. "Is it anything like the virus I had, Karr?"

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't seem to be. It was making speech difficult-I couldn't settle on the right words easily-and I felt tired, but I didn't get to the same point that you did. I moved out of my CPU before anything could get worse, and Bonnie's been trying to do repairs."

[steadfastknight]

He frowned a bit as he considered it. "I'm sure I could do something... Do you think Bonnie would mind if I tried?" he asked, looking to the camera. He knew where his brothers eyes were now.

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"I doubt it. She'd probably be happy for the help. The damned plane offered to poke around as well, but I'm not about to trust my life to him."

[steadfastknight]

Kitt nodded and began to situate the laptop on the car hood again. "Then let me shift and I'll see what I can do."

He stepped back and shifted to his car form, becoming sleek and black, his scanner tracking back and forth - he was almost more used to car form again, even with all he'd been through of late. His entire passenger side had been replaced, along with his hood and headlight, and the engine beneath. It was an odd feeling, still having all these new parts.

He began to connect wirelessly to Karr's CPU all the same and immediately observed-- "Heavens, this is an agressive one..."

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"I know. Watch yourself around it; Bonnie doesn't need to deal with two CPUs and two immobile AIs. I'm sure your showing up as a laptop would be a nasty surprise to Knight and to whatever new technician you're dealing with."

[steadfastknight]

"Her name is April Curtis," said Kitt as he began to attack the virus just as aggressively, rebuilding what it had destroyed in much the same way Bonnie had - but faster as he could deal on its level. "And she's already had to rebuild me. I'm not going to give her the pleasure of reprogramming me while she's there."

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

"Hello, stranger!" That was a familiar-- and rather happy-- voice. "I have a present for you."

On her birthday. That was funny, in its way. "You're late September? I'm not that late, right?"

[steadfastknight]

Kitt slowly blinked.

September twenty-sixth. He'd completely looked over it.

"I... yes?" He hadn't expected that in the least, and for a moment, he didn't know how to answer. But now it was said. "Hello, PeeJee."

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

"Mine's today," she said, and handed him the shopping bag. It was heavy paper, and heavy itself... and smelled of leather. "Happy birthday! You're one and I'm twenty-nine. I've also had a few, so I am unnecessarily giggly, but still lucid."

[steadfastknight]

He blinked as he accepted the bag, and gave her a slight smile. "One year old. It's odd to imagine," he said. He'd been in service for just a year and he still felt so very old sometimes. All the same, he reached out to hug her, feeling like the gesture was necessary. "Thank you, and happy birthday."

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

"Mmm, Birthday hugs." She hugged back, and kissed him warmly on the cheek.

[steadfastknight]

He smiled. "I would have hugged you anyway," he said, returning the kiss to her cheek.

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

"I can call it a birthday hug if I want to, because it's my birthday," she informed Kitt, smiling broadly.

[steadfastknight]

"As you wish," said Kitt and felt a bit more like smiling instead of simply making the gesture. "I'm glad to see you."

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

"I'm glad to see you, too. I've missed you. I keep forgetting to come to the bar to see you. But that's okay, because I've been to a couple of bars tonight, so I came to this one. And that's your present." She blinked to clear her head. "And I'm rambling. You look good," she said, tilting Kitt's chin so she could get a better look at him.

[steadfastknight]

"I've not been in the bar so often," he admitted, "and thank you. I must look better than I feel." But he let himself be tilted and turned however she wanted. It was easier than protesting, and he truly didn't mind.

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

"You look like you had a good night's sleep and a good massage," she clarified. "But keep in mind, I have been drinking. That might make you look better to me. If I climb in your lap or something, just shove me off. I won't mind." She'd probably giggle.

[steadfastknight]

"I have had a good night's sleep and the equivalent of a massage." He smiled. "I'm just... recovering again. We have two weeks off, Michael and I, and we need it."

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

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