Post by Grisha on Aug 22, 2021 9:59:04 GMT -8
Grisha.
Grisha.
Wake up Sleepy Head.
You have been sleeping for 24-hours straight. Too much sleep isn’t healthy.
Hey! Wake up already! Wake up; wake up; wake up!
A pair of hands grabbed the Saiyan’s cheeks, tugging and pulling them in every direction before letting them snap back into their natural place. A woman wearing a black suit with a pencil skirt rested her hands on her hips as she stared down at the sleeping giant. She touched a manicured fingernail to one of his eyelids and lifted it to see his eye rolled back into his head.
“He’s out like a light,” the assistant spoke to herself. She straightened and touched the watch on her wrist. A hologram of a schedule appeared before her and she groaned at the sight of it. “We’re already a day behind. Mr. Spatzleburg is going to kill me.”
The schedule shrank back into her watch as she cast her brown eyes upon the sleeping behemoth. She stared at him thoughtfully for a second before an idea twinkled in her eye. She smiled. “Why didn’t I think of it before? I know what will wake him up.”
A few hours later, and Grisha’s chest rose with a deep breath before sinking. His nostrils wiggled as he smelled cooked meat, broth, and other delicacies. His eyes cracked open, and he rolled over in his bed to face the meal, while clutching his blankets close. He saw a strange room. In the center of it was a long, low-profile table with multiple dishes on it. The assistant was striding over to him in her black pumps. She stopped by his bedside and greeted, “Good Morning Grisha. Did you have a nice rest? You look so comfy. My name is Judy, and I’ll be responsible for your career progression here at Muscle Fuel.”
Grisha’s eyes suddenly widened with familiarity. He remembered. He had chosen to live and work for Muscle Fuel since he didn’t have a home anymore. Judy could see the sullen look on his face as he laid there probably recalling the circumstances that brought him here.
“We’ll take good care of you. Don’t worry; we’ll be your new family,” she assured him.
Grisha’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t want a new family. He wanted everything to go back to the way he remembered—but without Tobias. He closed his eyes and rolled back over in bed with his back facing Judy. The assistant was taken back. She was certain the food would have worked.
“Uh, Grisha; you slept through breakfast, but I managed to have some brunch made for you. You should eat it while it’s hot.”
“Eat later.”
“But it’ll get cold…”
Judy’s face flushed red when she didn’t get a response from him. He better not be going back to sleep!
She huffed and ordered, “Grisha, if you don’t get out of bed this instant, then I’ll have to throw everything away.”
Suddenly, Grisha threw off the blanket and sat up. He swung his legs out of bed and rested his forearms upon his knees as he took a moment to wake up. He was glaring at Judy, while assessing himself. This had been the first time he had ever slept in a bed that actually fit him. It had been so comfortable that all he remembered was dropping upon it. Had he really instantly fallen asleep?
“Where I from, waste food. Bad,” Grisha scolded her.
“That’s another thing we’re going to work on today. You have common tongue lessons at 2 o’clock…”
Grisha raised his brows at her, “Huh?”
“You’re also due at the barber at noon. I had to reschedule your appointment.”
Judy walked over to the table and waved her hand over it with a smile. “Now hurry and eat so we can get you showered and into some nice clothes.”
Grisha frowned and grasped his shirt. “I like shirt.”
“It’s tacky, stained, and just not suitable. I’m going to get rid of it.”
“No.”
Judy crossed her arms and met Grisha’s eyes with a glare of her own. With a yielding sigh, she said, “Okay Grisha. You can keep your shirt, but can I at least clean it for you?”
Grisha peered down at his shirt and then over at Judy. His lips stretched into a long line as though he wanted to say something stubborn, but then he sighed himself and said, “Okay.”
The Saiyan finally rose off the bed and approached the table while unbuttoning his shirt. Judy blinked in confusion. “Wh-what are you doing?” she asked.
Standing before her was a shirtless Saiyan, holding his shirt out for her to take. The assistant appeared to be in a trance of some sort. Her mouth dropped and a rosy hue rose to her cheeks. Grisha noticed she wasn’t taking it, and he arched a brow at her. Slowly, Judy’s arm finally rose. Her arm had extended passed his shirt and her fingers were inches from grazing his chest. Grisha glanced down at her arm and draped his shirt across it as though it were a rack. He then turned, walked over to the head of the table, and sat cross-legged before it. Judy glanced down at the shirt, and she quickly dropped her arm. She cleared her throat and brushed her fingers through her hair in an attempt to regain her composure.
There were so many little dishes on the table that he first grabbed a bowl of rice and dumped the scoop into his mouth. He then grabbed a bowl of miso soup and slurped it down next. Grisha’s arms soon became a blur, and the bowls and plates trembled as all the food was snatched from them.
Judy’s eyes widened in amazement. What a bizarre appetite.
Grisha’s cheeks were full to bursting as he chewed everything down and with an audible gulp, it passed into his stomach. He grasped a ceramic cup of green tea, cradling it in his hands as he took his time sipping it. A knock sounded at Grisha’s room door before it opened, and in stepped a familiar director. Judy immediately turned and bowed to him as she greeted, “Good Morning Mr. Spatzleburg.”
“Good Morning Judy; and hey! Grisha’s finally awake. It looks like you just had some breakfast. How was it?” Stefan asked.
“Breakfast small, but good,” Grisha replied.
“I’m glad. Starting today, you’ll be on a special nutrition plan.”
Grisha lowered his cup and gave Stefan a confused look.
“We have experts who pick and choose the types of food you should eat to help you become stronger and healthier. Doesn’t that sound cool?”
“What about meat?” Grisha asked suspiciously.
“You get to eat all the meat you want!”
Grisha grinned and held up the OK sign in approval. “Good.”
“Has Judy been taking good care of you so far?”
Grisha’s grin morphed into one filled with mischief as he glanced at Judy. The assistant tensed as a sweat bead rolled down her face.
Grisha’s eyes rolled up to the ceiling as he pretended to think over his answer. He scratched at his beard and smirked as he finally answered Stefan, “Judy okay.”
Judy exhaled a breath harder than she realized. Stefan grinned. “That’s great. I’m so glad you two are getting along. Well, I need to fly. Keep up the good work Judy. I knew you were the right one for the job.”
Judy bowed to the director. “Thank you, Sir. I will.”
As soon as the director left, Judy frowned over at Grisha and asked, “What did you really want to say?”
Grisha contently sipped his tea. “Judy bossy and strange.”
“Oh really? And I guess there’s nothing strange about you, hm? And maybe I wouldn’t be so bossy if you just did what I asked. You’re finished eating, so now you need to shower.”
“What shower?”
Judy’s mouth dropped. “You’ve never heard of a shower?” She then shook her head. Don’t be rude, Judy. We don’t want to give him any ammo.
“Come with me. I’ll show you.”
The assistant escorted Grisha over to the shower room. They stood before the stall, and she pressed some buttons on a smart screen. “All you have to do is undress, stand in there, and the shower will do the rest. When the doors open again, then you’re finished. Sound easy?”
Grisha stared at the shower, while scratching his head. It sounded simple. “Easy.”
“Good. I’ll have a maid clean off the table, and there will be some fresh clothes on it for you when you get out. When you are finished, meet me outside your room. Okay?”
Grisha gave her a thumb up, and Judy left him to his business.