"That would be great." Pavel answers, "If that's okay with Pjotr, sorry Peter." Peter nods, "It will be fine, at least now the professor can not be saying-k I need roommate. And you will not take up much of the room." The professor smiles. "Good, then that's settled. Please take him back to your room in the box, Peter. Pavel, please stay inside that room for now. I will have to alert the staff and student of the new addition to our family. So we don't have any accidents." You nod, "Thank you professor." Pavel says before jumping up and grabbing the top of the box, pulling himself up and jump down inside." The professor chuckles, "I didn't know you could get out yourself." Pavel shrugs, "You learn to do things like this, when you're my size. And with that Peter closes the box and carries you back.
Peter smiles at the thought of having a fellow Russian as a roommate. Also he can't help but notice the differences, he is big and his powers make him as sturdy as iron, while Pavel is tiny and his powers do the precise opposite, they make him really soft. It is like they are opposites. Upon returning to the room he closes the door and places the box on his desk. As he lifts the lid, Pavel jumps out again and lands neatly on his feet. He looks around the room. "So... which bed is mine?" he asks as he points to the one metal bed in the room, reinforced to take Peter's weight if he accidently turns on his powers at night. Peter scratches his head. "We did not think if that. Oh well it is still early, so we will figure it out. But for right now you can have your own room here on the desk." Peter turns over the box and tears the corner just a little to make a small door. "That is good for now." He walks to his dresser and takes out a pair of sox which he lays down at the back of the desk and he places the box over them. "Good, now you can take a nap, while I go do my chores. I promised today I'd take care of some yardwork." He looks outside, "Too bad it is such a warm day, I would rahter enjoy the pool America is always too hot in the summer."
Pavel looks at the box and back at Peter, "So... All I can do now is just wait and take a nap in my box? That sounds terrible." Peter shrugs, "Well, you promised the professor not to walk around and let me take care of you. So what else are we to do?" Pavel thinks for a second. "Is there anyway you could just take me out for some fresh air. I've been in that stuffy box, this stuffy room and that stuffy office. I need some fresh air.
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