Kitty padded out to the living room late in the afternoon with a lime green yoga mat under her arm, in a hot pink sports bra and yoga pants, and gave Piotr a grin when he looked up from his canvas.

"Workin' hard, or hardly workin'?" She quipped, shoving the coffee table away with her foot, doing the same with any Johnopolis buildings which happened to be in her way.

He smiled as he painted, opening his mouth to respond when he looked up and noticed her stretching. His smile disappeared and he blinked at her as she laid her yoga mat down on the floor.

"What are you doing?"

"Well," She began, sitting in the centre of the mat with the soles of her feet touching. "Doctor Kitty found out that after throwing out your back, one should stretch to help loosen it up. I won't bug you though, I promise."

"Doctor Kitty?" Piotr turned back to his painting.

"I looked it up on Google." She shrugged, pulling her left arm across her body and holding in place with her right hand. "I'm pretty much the queen of Google, you know."

The corner of his mouth quirked up and he glanced at her quickly, "I was unaware that was possible."

"Oh, it's totally possible." Kitty nodded. "Ask Rogue. I amaze her with my mad Google skills."

He shifted his eyes back to the canvas, "I am assuming your back is feeling better."

"It is." She put her hands on her ankles and leaned forward over her feet. "I just hope my stupid boss doesn't expect me to do any heavy lifting."

"Does he do that often?"

"No," Kitty sighed, holding her current position, "But I seriously wouldn't put it past him. Being an assistant to the editor is totally not what I expected."

"You expected it to be like Devil Wears Prada." Piotr supplied with a wry grin, "Is your boss not like... Glen Close?"

Kitty let out a laugh, sitting back up and spreading her legs, laying her torso along her right leg and holding her foot. "No. Meryl Streep."

"Your boss is like Meryl Streep." Piotr frowned, looking up at her over his canvas.

"No, Meryl was in Devil Wears Prada." She giggled, switching to her other foot. "And yes, I expected it to be more glamorous."

"I am pretty sure Rogue warned you."

"Yeah, yeah." Kitty rolled her eyes. She sat up and tucked her legs beneath her, getting up on her knees. "Don't tell her that, please. I'll never hear the end of it." She leaned forward on her hands and shook her head, "She's such a friggin' know it all."

Piotr smiled as he carefully added details to his nearly finished work. "You would think the queen of Google would be as well."

Kitty arched her back upwards, "No, I'm not a know-it-all, Google is." She said through a wince. "Geeze, I can't believe how stiff my back has gotten. Logan would be appalled." She snorted.

"You should take it easy Katya," Piotr began, focusing in his brush strokes, "You do not want to..." He looked up and trailed off, watching as she arched her back in the other direction, pointing her chin up to the ceiling.

After a few seconds, Kitty frowned, "What?"

"What?" Piotr responded quickly, "What is-"

"I do not want to what?" Kitty pushed her hands out in front of her and dipped her her head, stretching like a cat. "You stopped talking."

He cleared his throat and looked back at the painting, "Hurt yourself. You do not want to hurt yourself again."

"I'm not going to hurt myself again." She scoffed as she held this position, "I'm being careful."

"Yes, and I am sure you said something similar before attempting to move the couch." He pointed out, dipping his brush back into the paint.

"I see that you and Rogue were both cut from the know-it-all cloth." She said wryly, laying down on her stomach. She pushed her torso up off the mat and arched her back, sticking her chest out and looking up at the ceiling, "I thought you were supposed to be working. Not lecturing me."

Piotr stared silently for a few moments before realizing that she'd actually said something directed at him.

"Huh?"

Kitty laughed and let herself drop down onto her elbows, "You're totally not even listening to me."

"No, it's not-" He let out a breath and turned his attention back to his painting, yet again, "I am going to finish this on the balcony."

"Oh, okay." Kitty furrowed her brow, "I'm not distracting you am I? You can just tell me to shut up."

He stood up and gave his head a quick shake, "No. There is just... Better lighting."

"Oh, alright." She grinned, positioning her hands and feet to push herself up into downward dog. He hoisted his easel up and headed for the balcony, and Kitty offered him an upside down wave before he stepped outside.

She continued to pull as many yoga poses and stretches as she could from her memory, in an attempt to keep her back muscles loose and limber. Admittedly, it had been a while since she'd done much of a workout, and after about fifteen minutes she found herself "taking a break" on the couch. The knock on the door pulled her out of her post-workout daze and she pushed herself up, stepping around Johnopolis, to the front door.

She pulled the door open and sucked in a sharp breath when she saw Anya. The uptight young woman was wearing something quite similar to Kitty, having clearly come straight from work, with a large duffel bag slipped over her shoulder. The one very obvious difference between the two, was that Anya was wearing a shirt.

Anya seemed to notice this immediately.

Kitty forced a smile, "Anya!" She greeted with as much genuine friendliness as she could muster, "Nice to see you again."

Anya's mouth formed a thin line and she gave Kitty a polite nod, "Yes." She glanced quickly down at Kitty's hot pink sports bra before stepping in past her, "Piotr and I have reservations in an hour, but I did not have time to go home and get changed. Piotr," she cleared her throat, "Insisted... That I come here. And use your shower. Is that a problem?"

"No! Not at all!" Kitty shook her head, closing the door behind Anya, "Come on in, I can show you to the bathroom."

Anya nodded, following Kitty down the hall to the bathroom in silence. Kitty flicked the light on for her and gave her a smile, "Here you go. There are clean towels right on this shelf," She pointed, "Help yourself. And you can use my shampoo and conditioner, they're on the bottom rack in the shower caddy. You'll know anyways, it's the only girls shampoo in there." She snorted.

"I'm sorry," Anya furrowed her brow and turned to look back at Kitty, "Is this not... A girls bathroom?"

Kitty blinked with her mouth hanging open, "Uh... No. It's... Pretty much co-ed. But I promise you, it is cleaned on a very regular basis. By me. So, rest assured that it is in fact, completely clean."

Anya uttered a disapproving little hum as she looked around the bathroom, "I just did not realize it was appropriate for American women to share bathrooms with... Men."

Kitty's eyebrows shot up and she struggled to keep her smile in place, "Well, it's not like we're in here at the same time."

Anya dropped her duffel bag on the supposedly clean floor and let out a breath.

"I'll let Pete know you're here." Kitty said, turning to leave.

"Oh, and could you please tell him to be ready for when I am finished? So we can leave, right away." Anya asked as Kitty slipped out the door.

"Sure thing." Kitty gave Anya the thumbs up, and watched her shut the door, before muttering under her breath about uptight broads as she walked back down the hall. She crossed the living room to the balcony, sliding the door open to step outside, and shutting it behind her.

"Anya's here." She informed Piotr flatly.

"Already?" He knit his brow and wiped off his brush as Kitty gave him a palms up shrug, "I must have lost track of time."

"She's in the shower." She began with an exaggerated smile, "She was super happy to learn that you share a bathroom with a girl..."

"Of course." He sighed as he continued to clean up his supplies.

"Well anyways," Kitty crossed her arms and leaned against the banister, "She asked that I make sure you're all ready to go by the time she's finished. I don't think she wants to hang around and have girl talk with me for some reason."

Piotr smiled with a nod, opening his mouth to say something only to be cut off by the sound of a scream coming from inside.

They both exchanged a wide-eyed look before tearing open the balcony door and clamoring through. Remy was in the foyer, chuckling to himself as he pulled his jacket off, giving them a casual nod,

"I think Pyro finally-" He froze, his grin quickly replaced with a furrowed brow as he pointed at Kitty, "You're not in the shower."

They heard some more shouting and Piotr took off for the hall. Remy and Kitty followed not far behind, racing towards the open bathroom door. They came to a stop in the doorway, looking inside to see Piotr helping Anya cover herself up with a towel.

"What the hell were you doing?!" Piotr barked at Pyro, who had stumbled backwards to lean against the wall. His chin was tipped up as he gingerly touched his nose,

Pyro groaned, "I thought it was Kitty! We came in and saw her mat on the floor, and heard the shower running and I just assumed she was takin' a shower, so I came to see her boobs!" He explained, as if this was common sense. "Black Swan over there packs quite a punch, I think she sprained my nose." With a frown he pulled his hand away from his face to see his least favorite bodily fluid all over his hand, "Oh geeze... is that blood?" He asked, before his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed on top of Anya's duffel bag.

"That is it." Anya said firmly, refusing Piotr's proffered hand to help her out of the tub, stepping out on her own. "I have tried, Piotr. I am out of patience."

Piotr knit his brow, "Anya-"

"I cannot be around these people anymore." She cut him off quickly, glaring at Remy and Kitty in the doorway, "I am finished with this place! I am not coming back here again!" She looked back at Piotr, clutching her towel indignantly as she bent down to try and haul her bag out from under Pyro's limp body. "We will talk tomorrow-" She tugged on the bag with a grunt, "I am going home."

Kitty bent down and phased the bag through Pyro, letting his body flop to the floor and standing up with her bag in hand. She held out the bag for Anya to take with a small, apologetic smile.

Anya stared at her with her mouth slightly agape, before snatching the bag away and moving past Kitty and Remy in the doorway, "Goodbye."

"Anya," Piotr began, passing Kitty and Remy through the doorway, "Please do not-"

"We will talk tomorrow." She clipped without stopping as she marched down the hall in her towel with her bag over her shoulder.

Piotr spun around when he heard the front door slam shut and pointed an angry finger at Kitty, "This is your fault!"

Kitty glanced back over her shoulder, turning back to Piotr with a frown, "What's that now?!"

"I expected this shit from them, but you?! You and Pyro with your stupid war, which is getting completely out of hand!" He barked, "We have to put up with him constantly plotting out the best way to catch you off guard while building ridiculous Lego cities in the living room! I am sick of stepping on Lego every morning, Kitty!" He shouted angrily. "All of your ridiculous childish bickering, it has gone far enough!"

"Are you effing kidding me right-"

"All I wanted was for my girlfriend to come to my home and feel comfortable, and none of you could manage to even pretend to be normal for ten minutes! I do not think I was asking too much!"

"Pete, you need to relax." Remy held up a hand, "If this is anyone's fault it's Pyro's. Don't take-"

"And what exactly would you have me do, Piotr?!" Kitty spat back, "Just whip out Bill and Ted for Pyro, just to make him stop being crazy?! Because I hate to break it to you pal, but that boy is bat shit cray-cray. My boobs are not going to change anything. They're not magic."

Remy furrowed his brow and cut his eyes to Kitty, "You named your tits Bill and Ted?"

"I'm not just gunna expose myself for the common good of the apartment." Kitty continued, crossing her arms with a scowl, "This isn't Communist Russia."

"This is exactly why Anya thinks I should move out! Nonsense like this!" Piotr barked, tossing a hand towards Pyro's unconscious body, "It is absurd! Nobody should have to deal with this immature feud!"

"Wait," Remy frowned and held up a hand, "She wants you to move out?"

Piotr exhaled deeply and rubbed his forehead with the tips of his fingers, "She has asked me to move in with her."

Both Remy and Kitty stared silently at Piotr, unsure of what to say. Kitty's mouth dropped open and she slowly shook her head,

"No... you can't move in with her." She gave him a wide-eyed plea, "She's the devil, Pete."

Piotr blinked at her before a frown took over his features, "Excuse me?"

"I can't even begin to understand what you see in her! Is it the Russian thing Pete?! Is it just because you're from the same country?! Because I gotta say, that's a terrible reason to be with someone." Kitty put her hands on her hips and turned to Remy, "Right?!"

Remy innocently pantomimed locking his lips shut.

"Vodka and Sputnik." She threw a hand in the air, "Both Russian! Don't belong together!"

"Kitty-"

"Tetris and one of those fur hats with the ear flaps?! Both Russian-"

"You are not even making any sense!" Piotr snapped, "You are just listing random things! Anya is not Tetris!"

"She's horrible!" Kitty continued, "Why are you following her around like a love struck puppy?! It's like she's got you brainwashed!"

"I am not a love struck puppy, Kitty. And I do not appreciate you insulting my girlfriend-"

"It's true!" Kitty cut him off quickly, "She might have a reason to dislike Pyro, but she's got no reason to dislike Remy except for her own prejudice. He's effing suave, you know that, but you heard what she said to him; He's disfigured?" She frowned at Remy and shook her head, "She won't even look him in the eye! She basically treats him like he's a pile of crap on the living room carpet!"

Piotr sucked in a breath and squared his jaw, "She did not mean disfigured. English is not her first language. None of you seem to understand how difficult it is for her to be out of her comfort zone and forced to try and form relationships with people she does not know at all and has nothing in common with. She is trying, and none of you seem to be helping."

"Say what?!" Kitty cried, "You have got to be kidding me! I have been nothing but warm and friendly to her! I've tried wrangling everyone into being supportive, I tried making her feel welcomed and at home, but was that good enough for her highness? Nooooooo!"

"Really, Kitty?! You do not think that maybe you could consider wearing some clothes when she is around?!" Piotr gestured towards her choice of workout attire and Kitty crossed her arms over her chest hotly,

"Oh puh-lease, she's a dancer. As far as she's concerned, this is over dressed." She scoffed, "She is a terrible person Piotr, and you can do so much better than her. Stalin could do so much better than her."

Piotr scowled back at her, silently working the muscles in his jaw with the effort it took him to contain his anger. He turned on his heel and stomped down the hall, grabbing his keys from the bowl before slamming the front door behind him.

Kitty shot out a breath, trying to soothe her frayed nerves before turning to Remy with a frown, "Why didn't you say something?!"

Remy gave her a sullen shrug, "What's there to say, you know? I'm not really surprised. John and I knew it was just a matter of time before Pete decided to fly the coop. He needs stability..." He looked down at Pyro and snorted, "We definitely aren't stable."

"Yeah but with her?!"

"Yes, it sucks that he's leaving for some bitch with a crap personality and a sub par rack. But it's not like they're getting married. That would be stupid." Remy cringed, "Really stupid. Pete will clue in before things go that far."

Kitty blinked at him and slowly shook her head, "I would think that as his friend, you would want to tell him how stupid this is."

"I'm not his damn keeper." Remy sniffed, crossing his arms firmly with a frown, "You really think he'd listen to me anyways? Would you take relationship advice from me?"

Kitty pursed her lips and exhaled, "Point."

"I mean, really, I'm surprised Pete stuck with us for this long. If anything, I would have thought he'd have gotten tired with us during Pyro's hunger strike when they cancelled The Cape. Or even after my month of Brittanys."

Kitty stared at Remy for a moment, "You tried to sleep with as many women named Brittany as you could in one month. That's what the month of Brittanys is, isn't it." She asked, visibly sad with the idea that she hadn't even needed any explanation.

Remy gave her a wink and mussed up her hair, "Why don't we roll Pyro here onto his back, get some Sharpies, and give him a nice makeover."

She shook her head sadly, dropping her eyes to the body of her unconscious roommate on the bathroom floor, "Pete was right. We really are immature."

"So? This can't be the first time someone's called you immature, Kitty. You named your tits Bill and Ted."

"Because they have excellent adventures! That's clever, not immature." She pouted before eventually letting out a sigh, "Alright, fine. I see your point. But I want the purple Sharpie. And I want to take pictures and post them on Facebook after."

Remy draped an arm around her small frame and pulled her into a side hug, "That's the spirit."