MMGW/Trainer Muscular Companion Shorter
From Create Your Own Story
You're a physically complementary pair, if you'd call near opposites complementary.
You work out a lot, even out on the mission field, so you're pretty well built. And you're naturally taller then this guy. He, on the other hand, seems to have never worked out a day in his life. But, being on the skinnier side, he must have a really good metabolism or not eat much. Even your dusky brown skin and dark black hair seemed to contrast with his fair skin and bright red hair.
He gives you an awkward smile, obviously a bit intimidated.
"Hi, I'm Elder Blats."
He extends a trembling hand and you give it a firm shake.
"Elder Pala," you say with a smile, secretly hoping he doesn't act like this for the rest of your time together.
You kindly help him with his things. Already sounding slightly more confident, the other Elder asks you questions about this area and the apartment. He inquires about everything from how many Missionaries stay in the apartment to how many people you'll talk to in a day. He even asks about the status of the bathrooms in the apartment. You give simple answers to each question.
Once you make it to the bedroom, you put his stuff down by his bed. In here, you both have a desk, a chair, a bed, and a wardrobe. You've arranged the furniture symmetrically so it is clear whose side of the room is whose. Elder Blats takes some of the stuff out of his luggage and gets settled. You knew before hand it would take him a while to get unpacked so you didn't plan to go out tonight. Instead you'll get him settled and then hang out a bit so the two of you can get used to each other.
Without anything to do but watch your companion unpack, you decide you might as well change out of your dress clothes and into something more comfortable. Moving to your wardrobe, you begin the process of undressing. Kicking off your shoes and pulling off your long dress socks, then untying your tie, unbuttoning your shirt, and unfastening your belt until you're nearly undressed. As you are about to shove your pants off you think of something. You and your last companion convinced each other to hang around the apartment in nothing but your garments. In fact, you have gotten used to the feeling of being as close to bare as possible for a missionary. You sill have some of your more casual clothes around but there is a strong temptation to just go without them and hang around in your underwear. Something most Mormons (and possibly your companion) consider immodest even with a garment top and bottom on. You decide to...
