MMGW/Trainer Muscular Companion Shorter
From Create Your Own Story
You work out a lot. Even out on the mission field and so you're pretty well built and you also seem to be naturally taller then this guy. He, on the other hand, seems to have never worked out a day in his life but also seems to either have a really good metabolism or doesn't eat much being on the skinnier side. Even your dusky brown skin and dark black hair seemed to contrast with his fair skin and bright red hair.
He gave you an awkward smile. Obviously a bit intimidated.
"Hi, I'm Elder Blats."
He extends a shaky hand to you and you just shake it.
"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 starts to ask you questions about this area and the apartment. Everything from how many Missionaries stayed in this apartment. to how many people we talk to in a day. Even asking 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 had a desk, a chair, a bed, and a wardrobe. The furniture symmetrically arranged so it was clear who's side of the room was what. Elder Plat started to take some of the stuff out of his luggage and get settled. You knew before hand it would take him a while to get unpacked so you hand't planned to go out tonight. Instead you'd get him settled and then hang out a bit so the two of you could 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 cloths and into something more comfortable. Moving to your wardrobe you began the process of undressing. Kicking off your shoes and pulling off your long dress socks, then untying your tie, unbuttoning your shirt, and undoing your belt. Then as you were about to shove your pants off you thought of something. You and your last companion had convinced each other to hang around the apartment in nothing but your garments. In fact, you had gotten used to that feeling of being as close to bare as possible for a missionary. You sill had some of your more casual cloths around but there was a strong temptation to just go without them and hang around in your underwear. Something most Mormons (and possibly your companion) considered immodest even with a garment top and bottom on. You decide to...
