Indigo's eyes widened as she saw the tiny figure between her legs. Her body tensed up. She wracked her brain trying to understand what she was seeing. She had recognized the hair and the outfit of the tiny thing on her chair. Despite its size, it had to be her friend Blake. She willed herself to move her hand down and pick up her tiny friend.
Blake could not help but stare and think about how he would appropriately get the attention of his crush. The thought of touching or rubbing Indigo here seemed risky, given the intimate nature of Blake's position. So for the moment, Blake admired his surroundings until a shadow fell over him. Blake found himself engulfed in warm soft flesh and realized he had been snatched up by a giant hand! Two giant fingers maneuvered him into the center of the hand and against the palm. The rest of the digits closed in around him as well and sealed him in darkness. Light shined through the gaps of the fingers and made them emit a reddish hue along their edges. The fingers blossomed outward, and the light blinded Blake for a moment.
Like an angel out of the fog, Indigo's enormous face filled Blake's vision as it adjusted to the ambient light. When Blake started this quest he was stunned when he first saw his giant crush, but now he was wholly speechless. Blake's heart beat faster, and he felt so overwhelmed that he tried to back away. He pushed into Indigo's palm, backing himself against her middle finger. Well, at least he didn't have to worry about getting her attention.
Indigo inspected the tiny figure in her palm and concluded that this was definitely Blake from the hair, outfit, and glasses. Even though Indigo wore glasses, she found herself squinting to try and make out the finer details of her classmate's tiny little face. She saw Blake's own eyes were as wide as they could be, his tiny chest rose and fell in quick succession, and despite her own hands starting to warm, she could see him starting to break into a sweat.
Likewise, Blake examined the monumental face before him. Indigo's eyes peered at him with a scrutinizing gaze. It was the same look she made when she was totally involved in her work. While it intimidated him, he loved just how much she could be devoted to things. Indigo's face was smooth and pale. And unlike most women, Indigo did not subscribe to the idea of makeup or other such cultural formatives. Blake could see the many pores that populated the surface of her face. Strands of Indigo's dark bangs attempted to block out her vision until, with a swift motion, Indigo's other hand raised and brushed the strands out of the way. Blake equated the movement to a massive train crashing and reversing instantly due to the combined size and speed with which her hand moved across her face.
Blake looked into the dark brown pools hidden behind the relatively meter-thick glass lenses. Indigo's inquisitive gaze peered into him, and he saw her lips move. Then, with an uncontrolled voice, Indigo brought him even lower than he was as she began to speak.
"Blake? Is... is that you?" She asked, her mouth agape as she awaited a response. Blake braced himself into Indigo's palm, tried to swallow the lump in his throat, and then took a deep breath. Blake allowed himself to smile.
"Y-yeah, i-its me!" Indigo stood there, face still filled with confusion. Her eyes shifted from side to side before she spoke again.
"How did you get here? H-how did this happen?" Blake felt the hairs on his neck stand up at that question. He looked away and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Well... you see..."