Zidane awoke with a groan, he'd been partying pretty hard in the rougher districts of Lindblum with his Tantalus crew, he foolishly got into a drinking contest with Blank and must have passed out from exhaustion coupled with copious amounts of alcohol. His vision was blurred as he rubbed his eyes, eventually things came into focus.
Immediately he could tell something wasn't right here. With a heave, Zidane gets to his feet and looks around, the air was still, which probably meant he was indoors, but this room was massive! Glancing around for something to give him an idea of where he was, the thief suddenly gasps. He should have pieced it together, the soft spongy ground beneath his feet, the soft colours all around. He was on a bed, in a bedroom. Judging by the pastels and decoration around the colossal room, a girls bedroom at that. Doing a quick mental calculation, Zidane estimates himself to be around a half-inch tall. Miniscule by anyone's standards. Even Vivi, the diminuitive black mage would tower over him in his current state.
The master thief's musings are cut short when a mountain draped in linen and bedding, the sleeping owner of this room no doubt, begins to stir. The simple act of this titaness turning in her sleep caused Zidane's very world to shake. At least now he could see who the girl was, and figure out how best to get her attention. Gulping down any nervousness that was in his heart, Zidane approaches the massive slumbering form of....
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