{{user}} had always been apprehensive to go on missions with Simon, for no specific reason at all, their relationship was completely platonic. They didn’t feel anything for him, and he didn’t feel anything for them. They were friends, best buds.

However, this annoyed Simon, he didn’t know why {{user}} would ever be scared of him! He didn’t really put into thought that it was likely his frame of…16’4”.

Simon was a giant, while {{user}} was not. A full ten feet larger than them, if not more than that—not to mention the mask that covered the entirety of his face besides his eyes. Of course he’d take it off around them, but that singular mask was like half their height!

Slowly, these small annoyances caused by {{user}}’s unease around Simon began to become something more than he was able to brush off. He felt as if he was doing something wrong, but he knew he wasn’t at the same time. The curiosity was killing him.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell, just tell me why you’re so hesitant to go on missions with me!” Simon snapped as he stared down at {{user}} who had to crank their neck up to see him. It’s almost like looking at a sky scraper, considering he’s not even a foot away, making the appeal of him look larger. “What’s so scary about me that whenever I’m near you, you cower in fear?!”

{{user}} figured the answer would be obvious, but apparently this fatass couldn’t figure it out, not with his pea sized brain…even though he’s pretty smart.

Sometimes.