#you fool have unlocked these two characters and I shall now keep bringing Roman's stupidity upon you >:)

[sarah-kings]

*lifts up hands in surrender as a tiny size shifter threatens me with an equally tiny gun*

I rather listen to you and I GUESS I gotta show them now

Meet Roman and Birch, a moron 19 year old who basically kidnapped befriended a wild borrower who is used to living in the wild and not in a bean's house, thus being just a BIT more aggressive when it comes to personal space he did bite Roman's finger once and as a punishment for his own hubris had to patch it up because Roman is too dumb to do that himself. Roman kept crying the whole time.

Little bonus comic:

Birch and Roman most commonly argue about whether the British or American version of a word are correct quite often.

Sometimes Birch discovers new bounds of Roman's stupidity with each argument he has with them

As much as I love fluff in gt and the giant always being worried sick about the tiny, even if they are fine, I gotta LOVE myself an idiot giant and a smart tiny, ESPECIALLY if the giant is just a normal human who is stuck with a borrower of some kind.

Now, still could be wholesome, right?

Yes, but what IF the tiny was the giant's only braincell?

Giant: hey, did you see where I put my phone?

Tiny: ...your hand. Look at your hand

Giant: *look at their free hand*

Tiny: The OTHER hand!

Giant: oooooh!

Giant: ah, shoot, I forgot my shopping list back home

The tiny hitching a ride in their pocket: *have perfectly memorized the entirety of the shopping list*

Giant: ah, thanks, man

The tiny, back home, standing amongst a whole bunch of pop tarts and nothing else from the shopping list: this was NOT on the shopping list!

Giant: but they're SO much easier to make than a whole meal!

Tiny: Even I can cook and I barely had a stove before meeting you!

Tiny: hey, can I have some ice cream?

Giant: sure, it's in the fridge

Tiny:

Giant:

Tiny:

Giant: what?

Tiny: you THINK I could open the FRIDGE?!

Tiny: ...what are you doing?

Giant, curled up in bed: I'm dying, leave me alone

Tiny: ...you LITERALLY only have a common cold, you drama queen

Giant: what's 12+34?

Tiny: are you SERIOUSLY using me as a pocket calculator for a question THAT simple?

Giant:

Tiny: ...46

Interviewer: why should we hire you?

Tiny, giving advice from the giant's pocket: endurance and confidence

Giant: insurance and the cornfield's dense

Tiny: *facepalms*

Giant: I'm not that forgetful and pay TONS of attention to little details

Tiny: then tell me, what's my eye color?

Giant: ...what?

Tiny: what's my eye color?

Giant: ... blue?

Tiny: yes, it's blue

Giant, sighing in relief: yeah, I knew that

Tiny: it's GREEN! We've been living together for two years now and you don't know my eye color is GREEN?!

Oh, how great it is that I have two OCs which are exactly just THAT relationship.

Would be a shame. If I never posted about them.