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Björn gave a nod and a smile, glad that the small noble was happy with the prospective living space. He put his arm around the short shoulders for a brief moment, a reassuring grasp and gentle shake of the younger boy's whole frame. "Not quite. More than just a bed, I should hope. At least one pillow, some sheets, blankets, ja? And what about sleep clothes, unless you want to wear chanel 5. "

"We can pick up some things you like to have around as snacks, too. There's regular grocery already in the fridge and cupboards, but I didn't know what sort of things you would like to have them waiting. But we can look forward to that- learning each others likes and how to live together. "

The strongman led out to the little off-street packing the place had for its few apartments- there was a rental truck waiting already. "I thought a bed might be wanted, and we'll need to bring it home tonight- so a truck. I have my license and scoped out the way to the store. It will have to be Walmart at this hour, I'm afraid. I don't know where you usually go. Ikea closes at 9 and doesn't open until 10. Most places for furniture aren't until 10. No use keeping you up that long, or making you sleep on a couch. "

He unlocked the doors and hoisted up into the driver's seat. Looking over he patted his bicep, "And we already have a moving crew."

"Well, I didn't think it up really. When we'd confirmed that you would be moving in, I thought that I should find out more about moving. Some nice companies make easy lists for when kids go to college- they are useful for moving anywhere. "

"I like to read magazines - not too long that it is boring or too much to understand. Real Simple had a good list. Its there in the glove compartment, " he waved a hand as he pulled them out. It wouldn't be a long drive. There was a shopping district a few minutes down the road. "Alarm Clock, Linens, clothes hangers, clothing, computer, lamp, laundry basket, some artwork- "

Actually the list said artwork AND pictures of family and friends. It seemed a little sore to bring up right away. He wasn't sure Avior-Nischal even had a camera to record new memories yet. The strongman let it go, making a turn at a light. "The rest is on the list. I didn't memorize it, that would have taken weeks to do."

"We don't have to buy all that tonight though. Enough to get you comfortable to sleep. We can spend some time finding what you like and shopping around. " The parking lot wasn't very packed, but there were a couple of cars. As usual, only one entrance was open, but the place was 24 hours.

"I was out late a lot even before I was recruited, " the strongman offered. "I actually met a strange flying fellow in his uniform at a steak and shake. Maybe it is easier to just treat a scout or one of us as a regular paying customer than risk damage to the place from 'terrorists'. But it was really odd and funny looking back, worried as I was at the time."

Björn swung down and headed through the open entrance, grabbing one of the ubiquitous carts. A bed wouldn't fit in the cart, but other stuff would. He offered the cart over to Avior-Nishasomethin' (he'd get it eventually). He grabbed one of the lesser number of 'industrial' flatbed carts for the bed and frame boxes. "Lead the way."

Björn shrugged, " I don't think everyone takes a packed lunch when they're out. I don't. If you get hungry out hunting, maybe you aren't in a safe place to change. So if you want food, you just have to pay and get it in uniform?"

"It seemed an odd choice to me, but maybe sometimes you just really want chili fries."

As they started towards the Pharmacy and bath-goods sections (because toiletries and medicines always seemed to be next to each other in those places), Björn made sure to lessen his stride so that the other didn't have to jog to keep up. "Ja, ask away. If you are staying in the apartment, it would be strange not to know a bit about each other. "

"To start with those...I do odd jobs mostly right now, working for a caterer inbetween training as a competition powerlifter and other strength athletics. Like the World's Strongest Man competition. I do not still go to school. I graduated from Hillworth back before summer. I've been considering EMT training, though. "

That his companion did need razors for shaving was at least something of a plus in the 'manly' department that the otherwise very coordinated everything else seemed to belie. I guess coordinating things can be masculine. Like having all white socks so that they all match.

Fashion and matching for Björn meant buying what was necessary to not have to worry about either. The fancy smelling soaps were a little weird too, but everyone had quirks. It woudl be revealed soon enough that he just used Man and Tail for everything.

"Oh, gofering mostly. Go-for-this, Go-for-that. I carry the boxes, set up tables- all the labor stuff. I don't do the cooking, I'm no chef. I can cook well enough to not poison myself. "

"I haven't really considered the Olympics very hard, but they do have power-lifting, ja. That would need a definite sponsorship. I have some subsidization, but not enough for the sort of travel and personal trainer that would take. And..well...other things I must do with my time. " Negaverse duties didn't seem to mesh well with the sort of training schedule demanded by training to qualify for Olympic Trials.

"Do you....follow much fashion?" Or maybe he used to and it just comes naturally? I wonder how much he does or doesn't remember. I remember something about converts NOT remembering some stuff and having new lives.

"They are different specializations in culinary school?" Björn knew that much from his mother's experience and explaining to him various times throughout his life what it was exactly that she did for a living. Interviews had been a wide part of his elementary school essay writing life, for whatever reason- maybe a result of teachers being deeply uncertain about his bad accent at the time. "The science seems similar though with temperatures and reactions of what you put in compared to what comes out. "

He'd tried a little to follow it when he was very, very young and had entertained ideas about being a chef like his mother instead of something more practical to his abilities. Actually, by 'follow' it was mostly watching Alton Brown.

Training for sports and working on a dock or UPS or something involving lifting was much, much more to the big guy's speeds. The prompting for help was hardly necessary, and Björn hoisted the mattress and box spring each respectively onto his platform-cart, leaving room in case the other youth saw some other large item he wanted tonight as well while they were in the vicinity of furniture. To encourage the idea, he led them both down one the next aisle- there were different bed frames, shelving units, nightstands, and cushy, combination stool-storage things for putting at the foot of a bed. There were also some nearby lamps, which the big guy motioned to, "You might want a night stand tonight and lamp, unless you very like overhead lighting. "

Looking at his roommate closer, even though they'd left the pharmacy area behind ,"Did you pack a glasses case?"

Björn collected the items as directed with ease- nothing was heavy like a car, so it was just an exercise in being cautious not to bang things off of each other.

When his companion demonstrated his dismal eyesight, the big guy worried. Why would anyone send him out onto a battlefield, not even considering that he has no fighting spirit. Knocking those off or breaking them and he'd be done for.

"No, not so much. Just some family that have glasses and keep them safe in a case. They're expensive to have to buy if they get broken. " He started pushing their load back towards the grocery section, "It sounds like you do not need the case, though. Last thing is breakfast. It is important."

"Your first meal in the place should be something you like. It makes it home. So what would you like?"