Even if it wasn’t the same kind – the one Madi had wasn’t a favorite of his from the get-go – spreading anything across her that would drill this in her more than it already had would’ve shot his already high guilt and pity further into the sky. For once in his life, he was glad to have chosen water over a soda earlier. “Holy shit, Madi,” he breathed, blowing her hair back with his voice. For this to happen to someone as sweet as her and it being possible at all just made him sick and confused. But chundering by a friend, especially one as close to him as her (in every sense), would not be a good look. The visual of his long fingers towering above and able to curl over her was also quite nauseating. Jake slowly continued to unravel Madi from her textile prison, eventually smoothly transferring her from fabric to flesh and feeling her skin and scarily little weight on his palm. Nevertheless, they tried to keep it together for both of their sakes. But for the smaller half of the pair to get even tinier at such a large scale was ridiculous, more than either of them ever imagined. They solely changed sizes comparatively and nothing else, as far as they could tell. “Uh, h-hi, Jake.” Just by looking at each other, they both knew the same opinion was going through their heads: ‘This was fucking weird.’ Despite that, neither of them lost sense of their humanities, and Madi didn’t appear physically hurt as a cherry on top.
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