The first thing that struck him was the smell of ink. It almost made him dizzy and fall down the beetle. Of course, he knew that his aunt was an artist, not a renowned one, but still, so he was kinda used to smelling a light essence of ink when hugging her, but apparently, in his new size and in her room, the smell was much, much worse! He could see some clothes with colorful stains resting on a chair in the corner and he realized what was causing that strong smell...
"Hell aunt Daph! At least but them at a washing machine!" He yelled, knowing that no one was going to hear it!
He noticed that his aunt probably was with the rest of their family right now since he couldn't see her around. Flying with the beetle, he landed on one of her nightstands, not wanting to get the bug tired and make both of them fall to the ground. After they landed, Jack quickly jumped out of its back.
"Just some more minutes, I just have some minutes and everything will be back to normal..." He said, talking more to himself than to the bug.
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