After the extensive training, the two robot assistants actively supported their master in the shower and then took him to his bedroom. Hichan was still invisible at this point, but when the two of them left the room, the redhead lollied back and became apparent.

"So here you are. What is the matter? Did your blond angel give you a bit of a hard time?" Torio grinned mischievously and nudged the alien by the shoulder, who lay beside him on the big bed and was dozing in front of him.

"You are as conspicuous as a parrot in a flock of crows! Stop these games or we'll get into trouble." Hichan only bawled tiredly in reply. It sounded almost like the muffled purring of a cat.

"Oh, is the little red goblin a little worn out, exhausted and in need of rest? What are we doing?" Again he pushed him, this time on the hip. "Ah, now... I know what you need. You are hungry, aren't you? "April will bring you some nice food... just for you... good kitty," the astronaut continued joking and finally stroked the shock of hair. The alien put up with everything. Just opened one eye for a short moment every now and then and cooed on. When after ten minutes, during which Torio tried to relax, there was still nothing to be heard from his bed neighbor, the Russian became somewhat restless.

"Hichan? ... Are you okay?"

"Hmm, prego... sí sí, I'm okay."

"Since when do you speak Italian?"

"Well, since I was in Luigi, credo di si, the redhead gave back sleepy. "From the looks of it..." he yawned. „... with every long medium change, something remains behind, capisci ..." With this, Hichan rolled over to Torio's side, nestled his forehead against his forearm and purred on with his strength.

"Really? Are you sure? Let me see your paws before you come to my next therapy session. Who knows, you might even get claws." Both laughed exuberantly about this joke and for the first time you could think that the human and the alien were really good friends.

"What souvenirs will Mori have received from April? And what about the flip side? Does a piece of alien remain in every medium," the blond asked, leaning back comfortably into his pillows with his hands crossed at the back of his neck. He didn't want to imagine finding a piece of the American woman in his Alien.

"Ha, ha, nessuna idea, no idea. But ... maybe my brother will grow breasts and the blonde lady... piccoli baffi?" The horrified look of the blond man made Hichan laugh so much that he didn't manage to leave in time when Tomoya curiously looked into the room.

"Stop! Hands up! No, hands off ..., stop! Stay there!" The poor robot was on the brink of a cable fire. Upset and with full devotion, he held his right hand forward, imitated a pistol with his tin fists, and held it alternately up, down and to all sides, as he could no longer see the stranger. Only the giggling could still be heard.

"It's all right, Tomo, it's no use. No need to freak out, I'm not going to be kidnapped," he reassured the nervous crowd around him and waved to come closer.

"Come and show yourself, little red pest. Let's solve the mystery while April isn't here yet."

"If you think... chau bella tomo!" And there he was again. With a mischievous grin on his lips, he came out from behind the floor-length, opaque curtain and climbed back onto the bed, at Torio's side.

"Since when are there Italians on "Outland"? It was quiet for a few seconds, but then the chubby, tinny companion began to shine, ... to appear very pleased.

"Oh God! Torio! ... You have finally found someone! ... He is... he's not a woman but... if he makes you happy... so am I!"

"Stop, stop! What are you talking about? Hichan is my... Therapist," the astronaut tried to soften his robot's assumptions, but had little success. Tomo nodded confidently to his master.

"Of course, this is the official side of your relationship. He winked, which looked funny by the tin eye. "When will your parents know? Will you introduce Hichan to them right after landing on earth? Will he move in with us as your personal "keeper"? Can we have a welcome party? Invite friends, have a party, be happy? Oh ... it'll be great, the four of us together." Another tinny wink.

"Did you blow a fuse? Tomo, he's a..." Torio pulled the purring alien to him and stroked his thick hair. Immediately afterwards, the feelers came out of the bulges hidden under the red hair and popped apart at the red end.

The fine hairs sprouted apart and the whole thing looked as if the alien had two dandelions on its head.

"Look here my faithful friend," laughed the blond Russian and waved to the astonished companion to come even closer. "Hichan is not Italian... ...much less is he a cat or anything else. He is a..." Once more the door was opened and the second robot peered in.

"Intruders? Where?" Ryo asked anxiously and stared spellbound at the bed and the men lying next to it. "Unbelievable ..." was the reaction, then there was no further word over his loudspeakers. One didn't know what worried him more: the thing of finding his master with a boy in his arms, or the clearly non-human tentacles on the redhead.

"Don't panic, folks. He is a good boy and will not hurt you. Isn't that right, Hichan?" assured the big man and pushed the cuddly cats Alien away.

"He's a... Alien?" asked Tomo so quietly and timidly, not to scare anyone with his knowledge, but still he rolled closer to the stranger.

"Yes, he is a IUCHI, but not my ..."

"I'm very happy to meet you," Tomoya said and stretched the telescope arm over the astronaut to stroke the alien. But a sudden Pfauchen, stopped the robot from its project.

"He is shy," Torio apologized. "...and also not my..." The situation was not cleared up because the chubby robot started dancing with happiness.

"Yes, and he's so cute!" Exuberant and full of euphoria, like a mother who is happy about the bride-to-be, Tomo threw himself blindly into the arms of his tin colleague, only to whirl around the room with him the next moment. That's why he couldn't see any more when the alien retracted its feelers and began to climb up the wall behind Torio's back. Of course with the help of his suction cups and the naked teeth that were also equipped with such things.

"Ryo! He is in love! Our Torio has a ... a friend anyway! ... Ryota, be happy and rejoice with us! We've got one... Ryo?" The aforementioned looked stubbornly at the ceiling, showing neither enthusiasm nor any other emotions. Petrified, he stopped just as Tomoya let him go. The narrower of the sheet metal assistants was not nearly as open-hearted and compassionately programmed as Tomoya. The latter now followed the gaze of his friend without understanding and also froze.

Alien, all well and good, but hanging from the ceiling, red haired, grinning creatures, silenced even the best-equipped robot

"Hichan, get down from there. You are scaring them," Torio ordered with a smile. "They are overwhelmed with your supernatural abilities. In the end, all the cables will burn out and you'll be able to drag me around alone with April again. Is that what you want? Come on... Tomo likes you, even if you're not my lover.

"Assolutamente no! I'm sure they want to set me up, per amor del cielo! Those two are scary. Total buckets of tin, but way too lifelike. Come persone reali!" While the alien was talking, it faded again. "I'm staying up here. Until they promise not to make any further analysis about our relationship, capici? And besides, the "american girl" is coming."

"That, too. All right, you two keep your mouths shut, not a word to her. Hichan's still a cat in April's eyes, get it?" The two assistants had to make do with this explanation, for the very next moment a shrill female voice called out energetically:

"Torio Yamatosh! What's going on here!"