"I guess since we're all sort of strangers, except for you two..." You said, gesturing to Morgan and Avery. "...we should probably each spend some time hanging out with each other and getting to know one another." You shrugged. "If that doesn't sound too dumb or corny."
Quinn shook her head and shrugged. “That’s fine. Doesn’t bother me, Hunter.”
You gave her a somewhat surprised thumbs up, and inquired. “Then how about you and I hang out the rest of the day?”
“Sure, whatever you want.” Quinn replied, placing her palm on the coffee table and motioning for you to climb on. “Normally I’d tell you to carry yourself, but this’ll be quicker.”
As you contemplated Quinn’s still slightly puzzling way of treating you and climbed onto her outstretched hand, you caught sight of Avery’s briefly sullen expression, as well as a subdued frown on Morgan’s face. No doubt Avery had been wanting to spend all day with you, and Morgan was still a bit apprehensive of Quinn’s treatment of you. Still, a moment later, and Avery cheered back up as she began to engage her twin sister in conversation, discussing trips to the beach and the mall that everyone could go on.
Left alone (more-or-less) with Quinn, the black-haired girl stared at you inquisitively. “So, what specifically did you want to do?”
You rubbed your chin. “Well, how about we hang out in your room? You finished decorating it, right?”
“Uh…yeah, sure.” Quinn answered, surprisingly seeming to wince a bit at your question. Still, she stood up and walked at a steady pace out of the room and upstairs. You nearly jostled off of her palm, and had to grip her thumb to keep steady. However, as soon as you balanced yourself out, you found the short trip quite enjoyable. It made you wonder if Quinn knew she was walking at exactly the right speed to keep you safe, after briefly forcing you to steady yourself. It wasn’t long before the two of you reached her room.
Quinn's room was not at all like you expected, and it really caught you off guard. You anticipated the fact that everything would be mostly colored in black, gray, and purple colors, but what you didn't expect was for it to be so messy. She had plain style bed, dressers, and closet, but the floor of her room was covered with clothes strewn all about. Barely a trace of the carpet could be seen with how cluttered the room was. You'd be hard pressed to believe she had only just moved in hours ago.
Setting you down on the corner of her bed, Quinn put her hands on her hips. "Yeah, it's a mess, I know. I have a hard time...feeling like I need to tidy up. Still, it's comfy, I guess.” She sighed. “I don’t know…it probably makes me come off as uncaring. It just doesn’t bother me, usually. I mean, I know where everything is.”
You glanced around her room, taking in the sight of everything looking so messy. “It’s definitely a unique style.” You admitted with a laugh.
Quinn’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that mean? You DO think I’m lazy, don’t you?”
You held up your hands, defensively. “No, no! I didn’t say that! Who am I to judge what your room looks like? My own room fits entirely in a single duffel bag.” You smiled, sheepishly. “I think it’s just fine!”
Quinn paused for a second, then granted you the smallest sliver of a smile. “…thanks.” After that, she turned behind her to pull over a spare chair to sit on. Though you tried to fight it, your eyes were drawn inexorably right to her prodigious backside as she presented it to you. Her ass was unfathomably huge, larger than almost any you’d seen before (granted, your exposure to females was limited mostly to close family). The way were perfectly sculpted derriere pulled tight against her leggings was worthy of worship, even if that same booty had demolished you pretty thoroughly all afternoon.
Finished grabbing her chair, Quinn sank down into it, then looked at you thoughtfully. “You know, you remind me so much of Caleb.” She mused, softly.
You titled your head in confusion. “Caleb? Who’s that?”
“One of my best friends growing up. He was a tiny, just like you. We were inseparable.” She had a distant expression on her face. “It was crazy how much he looked out for me. Really dependable guy, considering he had to struggle with…everything you tinies go through.”
“Why do you say ‘were’? What happened?” You asked.
Quinn blinked in surprise. “O-oh, nothing. He just moved away with his family five years ago.” She paused. “That was the last time I ever saw him.”
You frowned, sympathetically. “I’m sorry to hear that.” You said, earning yourself another barely perceptible smile from the black-haired giantess.
By this point, you felt that perhaps you were understanding Quinn just a little bit better. If you reminded her so much of her old tiny friend, you had to wonder if Quinn’s way of treating you came from years of close friendship with tinies. Perhaps she was trying to toughen you up, make you stronger and more dependable by treating you a bit indifferently earlier. Some form of ‘tough love’?
Regardless, there was a lull in the conversation, and you found Quinn looking at you almost expectantly. Realizing that she was waiting for you to suggest something to do, you quickly wracked your brain for any ideas.
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