Stuff I Randomly Think About.

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-Giants experiencing sudden and massive growth flare ups inside a room of people is my jam.....the panic, not just from the crowd of people fleeing for their lives, but from the giant, who just went from sitting at their desk to finding the crushed pieces of their chair under their palm.

-They go from confused or dizzy to terrified because oh my god, what if I killed somebody, what if someone is hurt, did everyone get out, oh my god did- and then their friend or lover bursts into the room, panting from having fought the strong fleeing in the opposite direction and Jesus, massive doesn’t even begin to describe this sight.

-Bent in the most uncomfortable position, hands pressed against their stomach, elbows pulled in to their sides, toes pressing up against the far wall, eyes tearful, head ducked as far as possible but still cracking the ceiling, bits of tile falling to the ground and the remaining furniture either pushed against the walls or crushed under the weight of their growthing form.

-The giant begs them to leave, it’s not safe here, what if I hurt you, I can’t slow it down any more than this, please just run, but they don’t listen, setting their hands on the giant leg before them.

-The giant shivers because holy shit their hands are so tiny, no, no, no- another growth flare shudders through them and the tiny launches themselves onto this giant leg, only to put themselves in the direct line of falling ceiling tile.

-In horror, they watch the tile fall in slow motion, only for a giagantic hand to smack it away, smashing it against the floor.

-The giant cups their hand around their now absolutely tiny friend/lover and shakily brings them to their chest, where their hammering heart and short breath makes it difficult to hear anything else as their eyes overspill with bucket sized tears.

-I'm sorry, I’m so sorry, are you hurt did I hit you are you okay I- I just... acting quickly, the tiny begins to talk to the giant, telling them not to focus on this new size but the sound of their voice, and as they ramble, the quantity of tiles smashing to the ground drops to none, the furniture stops splintering between the wall and their back, the growth of their body around their precious friend/lover lessens, until the room is stagnant.

-The two of them let out a sigh of relief, but they both know stopping the growth was only half the battle.

(I still used proper grammar in my rambling. How nice...)