It Runs In The Family.

Jun munched on his burrito, knowing full well he had to finish it before entering the apartment, or imouto would steal it. Again. Before, he just had to sit on her. Now she was too quick, and often he didn't even notice she'd grabbed his delicious piece of glorious processed soy, mealworms and crickets.

The neighbor was dragging a large trunk - the classic type used for musical equipment - back to her apartment, and she looked up as he approached. "Oh, hey. Jun, right?"

"Yes." He motioned at the heavy case. "Need a hand?"

"...sure." She stepped back and watched him as he easily picked it up one-handed, his chrome arms and spine doing all the work for him. Opening the door she walked inside and pointed at an empty corner. "Just put it over there."

He obeyed, took another bite of his burrito, glanced around. It was an apartment much like the one he and imouto shared, except a little messier - not so much with empty burrito wrappers or Motoko's countless unwashed blood-spattered leotards, but with a few take-out boxes, bit of clothes here and there, lots of music paraphernalia. He only recognized it because of Motoko.

"So, uh, I heard you play the other night. Pretty good." She smiled at him, raising en eyebrow. "Maybe you could come audition for the band, we could use someone with a decent voice."

Jun furrowed his brow. "...I don't play any instruments. Or sing. The exact words of my boss were 'Dear kami in the heavens stop before I call MaxTac on you'."

She blinked, clearly confused. "But...I could have sworn you did?"

He shrugged, trying to convey a vague, generic I dunno to her. Then he remembered. "Oh! That might have been my imouto. You met her when we moved in. She's pretty good."

The woman's eyes went wide, her jaw dropping open. "...your kid sister?"

"Yes."

"...who is, what, twelve?"

"Fourteen. She's a genius, my imouto." He grinned as he felt pride filling him, almost as much as an XXL burrito.

"...huh."

Awkward silence.

He cleared his throat slightly, fidgeting a little. His burrito was already eaten. "So...I'll just be...going. Then."

She nodded mutely, clearly struck with awe by his amazing imouto.

Meanwhile, at Lizzies...

Motoko sneezed slightly, almost (but not really, Rockerboy was awesome) missing a chord. Hiromi glanced at her.

"Need a hankie?"

"Nah, I'm fine. Could you order me another Pomegranate soda?"

"Sure!"

END (for now)