General Grawl x Captain Charles

Roomies

Grawl opened the trunk for Chuck so he could grab all of his things. Once he gathered everything, he did the honor of slamming the lid down before following the green alien into his house. From the outside, it looked kind of similar to how Lem's house was, with the dome skiylights on the roofs and the spherical walls, though it had a 1950s feel and charm sprinkled on it so it almost looked nostalgic. Chuck kept his suitcases close as he eagerly waited for Grawl to open the door. As strong as Chuck was (or claimed to be), his arms were starting to get tired.

Grawl unlocked and opened the door, holding it open for the astronaut to go inside. Chuck peeked his head around his bags. "Where should I put my stuff?"

Grawl closed the door behind him. "I'll help you take them into the guestroom."

Chuck nodded and followed the green alien, taking his time looking around at the house. It instantly reminded him of his grandma's house, and the time period was prominent in the kitchen with the retro-looking fridges and countertops. While the overall color scheme was majorly browns and yellows, a few dashes of deep blues and reds brought color to the house. Some other things that he took notice of was the television and a shelf which had what looked to be all of Grawl's medals and awards on it.

Grawl took Chuck into one of the rooms and the astronaut peeked in, seeing a nicely sized bed, a wardrobe deemed to be empty, a night stand with a lamp on it, as well as a closet in the corner of the room. The closet door had a vanity bolted onto it and it pointed to the bed.

"I suppose I should apologize for the lack of excitement there is in this room," Grawl said neutrally. "I wasn't expecting it to be in use."

"Not a problem," Chuck said, setting his things down on the springy bed. "Besides, it's nothing a little decorating can't do."

As much as Grawl despised the idea, he forced himself not to argue with the humanoid. The fewer the contention, the better. "Knock yourself out," he said, and then left the room.

For the first couple of hours, Grawl tried his best to keep himself busy. He watched TV, he read the newspaper, he paced around the living room, but his mind was cluttered with the same thoughts about his military position being in jeopardy and Chuck's presence in his house. While he was asked to watch him, he didn't want to seem suspicious to the astronaut. That would only blow his cover, or worse.

After a while, after not hearing anything going on, Grawl went back to the guest room to check on his new roommate. He was surprised to see that he had made himself feel at home. Very much at home. Band and movie posters as well as a NASA poster were plastered on the walls, his clothes practically coming out of the dresser drawers, his suitcases empty and open with bagged snacks and food from earth scattering on the floor, his space helmet taking up most of the nightstand with the lamp barely balencing off the edge with a heavily tilted lampshade. Chuck himself was on the floor tinkering with what looked to be a big box with round circles on either side of it with a silver antennae sticking in the air. Surrounding him were clear cases with colored images of other humans with a black disc on the inside of them.

Chuck looked over his shoulder at the green creature standing still at the doorway. "Sorry, was I making too much noise?"

"What the hell did you do to the room," Grawl nearly bursts.

"I just did what you said!"

"Yes, but it's..."

"The mess? Oh don't worry. I'll clean all that up later. I'm just trying to get a good signal here on this radio." He adjusted the antennae and turned a knob, causing some rough static to come through the speakers.

Grawl gritted his teeth. It has only been four hours since this man has been here, and he was already getting on his nerves!

Though, Grawl took a deep breath. He had to keep his cool.

He walked into the room and picked up some of the bagged food on the ground. They looked to be sealed and were in a sort of aluminum material, keeping it safe to eat. Strange...was all human food packaged like this?

Grawl decided to ask him. Chuck shook his head. "No. The reason why it's all packaged up like that is because when I'm out in space it's impossible to really eat anything normally because of the lack of gravity. And because of the lack of gravity, I have to eat certain foods because it makes my body react differently."

"You have restaurants on your home planet?"

"Yeah! We have restaurants, diners, cafes, whatever else you can think of. Basically whatever you have here is what we have back on earth. Just in a different lighting."

Interesting. So their civilizations were similar.

"What about now? Are you able to eat regularly where the gravity is stable here?"

Chuck stood up. "I haven't really tried. I've been too busy to actually eat anything decent."

Grawl tried to be casual with his response. "Well, there's no harm in trying, now is there?"