Conscience - chapter 2

The flat was quiet, but messy. A typical home for university students. It wasn't big, nice or clean, but it still was better than good. The guy dropped his bag on the floor right in the hallway, kicked off his shoes and entered (I guess) his room. I felt sorry for still not knowing his name, but I didn 't really hear anyone saying it and didn't remeber reading it anywhere. The apartment was kinda cosy though. There was two bedrooms on the left, a seperated bathroom and restroom on the right, a living room and an american style kitchen up ahead. They had different kinds of consoles, stereo, owen, fridge (which was quite empty, the stock was maybe enough for one day), microwave... well pretty much everything two twentysomething-year-old guys could need. Yes, as I found out my chosen one had a roomate...and he was a guy considering all the stuff in the other bedroom.

I entered the other bedroom and found my owner sitting at his desk studying. Well calling him my owner was pretty funny as I was the one who told him what to do, but I was his conscience. Well... I don't really care. I sat down onto his bed and watched him turning pages for a while. Damn, I had to start doing things, following him everywhere like a puppy didn't make much sense. I took a deep breath and stood up. "Just be close and whisper!" Well, let's try. A slowly took a few steps and leaned forward so that my mouth was next to his ears. I was thinking what to tell him for some seconds and I decided that maybe I should start with something very simple.

"Stand up!" I said quietly, but... nothing happened. There's something wrong. Maybe I wasn't loud enough, wasn't quiet enough,wasn't close enough? I tried all these, but nothing worked. Then suddenly... and idea hit me. I leaned forward again.

"You want to stand up."

And like it was a magic spell, he stopped doing what he was doing pushed himself away from the desk and stood up. It worked, it really worked.Of course it wasn't such a mechanic deed. The motions were smooth and noone would be able to tell the he was actually following orders. Well, perhaps because he wasn't. He wanted to stand up. Haha. And as soon as I interacted with him, we became connected somehow. I could feel his thoghts, joy, suspense. But I was  the one who cleaned up the mess and told him which though he should listen to. How things work was pretty complicated, I couldn't explain everything, but from now on I somehow felt the system. Of course I still needed to get used to things but now I understood.

"It feels hot in here. Maybe you should take off your shirt!" and he did as I checked him from head to toe once again. "You feel kinda hungry, you should look for something to eat...Maybe it would be a good idea too to have something under your hand to snack on while studying." I heard my words echoing as his own thoughts, and then he said to himself:

"Ugh, do we have something to eat?"

I raised my hand in an "after you" motion. ...I'm an idiot. Oh, whatever!

He dropped his shirt that was still in his hand to the floor and then headed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. As this was the fridge of two student young men, there were mainly leftovers from home and deep-frozen stuff in it. He reheated some pizza at first. Down with no problem. Then some meatloaf with bread and mayonaise. No problem. But then I hear that he was lingering, a thought was flying around in his mind saying that maybe that was enough for now.

"Yeah, you ate a bit more than usual, especially that this was only a snack. But damn, you did well today on practise. You deserve this! And actually this feels quite good."

So he kept on eating for a while. He made omlette, then 'mákos guba' out of poppy seed and crescents, then had stuffed cabbage... that was a lot of food he was packing away. I guess he became too uncomfortable when he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Anyway,he still managed to eat quite a bit of ice cream afterwards.
He dropped everything and sat back. I knew from his thoughts and heavy breathing that he was stuffed like never before. Damn, he actually pretty much emptied the kitchen! And I was definately proud of him, but before I could tell him anything he dozed off and was quietly snoring on the sofa. I couldn't do anything about that, anyway it was surely the best for him to sleep it off.

Maybe two hours passed when he opened his eyes. He was still a bit groggy, as he looked around I heard the sleepy thought: "Glad Péter is away for this week, I have time to deal with this mess." Yeah different dishes and wrappers were everywhere. And then came the second thought: "I need a cigarette." I wanted to stop him as he was searching for the pack, but the need was stronnger. Anyway, I still decided to make him quit smoking while he put on only a jacket and stepped outside to the balcony.
He lit a cigarette and started puffing the smoke. He was still bloated from the feast he had two hours ago, his jens were still unbuttoned. Anyway, the chilly weather waked him up so after that he went back to studying... now with some snacks.
I spent the remaining of the day planning. Quitting smoking was a bit longer process but was still an important factor... And making him lazy. Yes. He can as much as a village, but if he still works out as a bodybuilder he won't gain any weight...well, at least not fat. So yeah, today was quite productive.