Mm, this would be Problematic™ in the giant Jacob story for sure.
Not quite! Thanks for the guess!
Mm, this would be Problematic™ in the giant Jacob story for sure.
Not quite! Thanks for the guess!
Nope, poor guy is not reassured in the title!
Nope! Good try!
Not there yet! Keep the guesses coming!
Lol! What color hoodie should he get?? I think his usual orange might stand out a bit too much during hunts. Green? Black?
Good tries! We haven’t had a winner yet, so keep on going!
These are all a lot of fun! Not the answers we’re searching for, but good tries! Plus it’s a good way to get more story ideas!
Picture a guy bigger than a barn trying to scoot himself into the corner and be as unobtrusive as possible. Giant Jacob tries to make himself look smaller even in his sleep, so it’s an effort that he really works at. Too bad, this so many little guys and extra little guys around, he really cannot hide himself. There’s no mountains there to disappear into.
At best, he’d be able to keep himself away from all the tables and furniture and stuff, but I have a feeling he wouldn’t get much of a break beyond that. There would be a LOT of desperate looks to one of the human-sized folks to always be around as a chaperone. Halp him. He can’t even see these tiny kids.
I’m sorry I have to let you know that reading this ask nearly knocked me out of my chair. Thank you so much.
To answer the actual scenario, these two might actually have trouble even perceiving each other, and even then that might be with the help of the Lounge. Luckily there’s the no-harm magic around so that giant Jacob speaking wouldn’t shake mini Jacob apart.
Beyond that, their sizes are so different it’d be hard to comprehend. Giant Jacob definitely can’t see the little guy as more than a speck. Meanwhile the little guy’s whole entire sky is a face. What the heck. Why this. He’d have to dive into someone’s satchel to just try to process the size difference. Do not leave him on that giant’s hand; he’d get lost.
August 29th excerpt:
“I-I think we should start over,” Dean said in a wavering voice, trying to stand on his toes to spot Stan. Get me out of this.
It was a good thing Sam had ducked back into the walls.
Well, there will probably be smols riding his shoulders, but it’s not the name 🙂 good try!