Genta lays on his side in a deep, and peaceful sleep. He had discarded his shirt, and his bare chest rose like a living wall. The area of the floor around his sleeping mat was littered with chips from a bag he was holding before he fell asleep. The tiny detective approaches, and Conan takes a moment to recognize the scale of the sleeping Genta, stopping about a foot away before marvelling at how small he found himself compared to his young friend.
Genta's mouth and nostrils looked like large caves, and even at this distance the winds they made gently pushed and pulled against Conan's small frame. Genta sighed in his sleep, the sound reminiscent of a whale song from Conan's perspective. A loud rumble from the giant's belly shook him from that thought; Genta's diet isn't limited to krill.
Conan took a deep breath, and began to cough due to the smell coming from the giant. Mitsuhiko had mentioned running a bubble bath for the boys in the morning but, unfortunately, they hadn't taken it yet. Conan tried again, breathing in slowly this time before yelling towards his friend.
"GENTA-KUN! IM DOWN HERE! HELP!" Conan shouted at the top of his lungs, hoping to be heard by the giant. Genta doesn't seem to stir, however, leaving the tiny detective to look for another way to contact the giant.
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