Outsmart (G/T)

Understanding

I sneak out of the wall and onto the counter, looking for the inhabitants of the house and trying to get to know them... sort of. They're snuggled up against each other in the next room, and it's honestly pretty admirable. The male runs his fingers through his mousy hair quickly, looking like it's a nervous tick more than an actual problem with his hair. The giantess is laying against his side, laughing at something he must've said that I'd missed. Her voice is high pitched and full of life, which fills me with jealousy but makes me happy nonetheless. I have no reason to trust her or her companion, but I can appreciate how human-esque they really are.

"I'm looking for a new job, I've decided," the female tells her partner. Spouse? I'm not sure, they look really young but they could be married. She has an accent, or maybe I'm the one with the accent. I mean, the accent isn't new, all giants have it since it's the area they're used to. I've been told humans sound like the midpoint between giants in Latino countries and Northern American states, while these giants before me have only the Northern American accent.

"What do you have in mind?" The male asks, eyes shifting from zoning into nothingness to his mate. His voice is laced with being deep, but he seems to talk higher pitched  than what he should.

"I haven't decided, but it'll be in the same field. I just can't  deal with my boss or coworkers anymore, you know? We're also starting conferences with humans through video chats to try and sell a deal to them, but I don't even understand why we have to mix. They're content on their own, we're content on our own." What? We're the same species, basically.

"Oh, I'd switch jobs too if I had to work with humans. I can't see them in our work environments," the male says. Amazing, they're microphobes. It's a relatively new term, but we discovered each other relatively recently, so it makes sense. If you're a giant who hates humans, you're microphobic, directly translating to "in fear or hatred of small" and if you're a human who hates giants, you're macrophobic, directly translating to "in fear or hatred of large".

"There was this article I saw somewhere but didn't get a chance to look at it," he continues. "There's something that humans have been doing and I haven't seen it so I don't know how to comment on it. I need to refind it and see if it affects us."

"I hope not," the giantess looks up to her counterpart. "Why can't we just be to ourselves for once?" I recede from the edge of the counter to make it back to my space. If only they knew why I'm here instead of a loving home.

I'm bisexual. I've known I was queer since I was 13, when I got a crush on a boy and never told him, but bi became my label after dating a girl and asking out but getting rejected by an enby. I came out- well, I was outed- when I went out to dinner with my parents and my friend and her parents and she just kind of said it, which my parents brought up when we got home. I was kicked out of the house because "no son of mine will be going out with boys or whatever the fuck else", but I've sustained well. I mean, I thought so, but probably not if I'm here, thriving off of other people who don't know me and clearly don't want to.

As I walk back to the tile, the ground begins to shake a little bit, and I stop dead in my tracks as the male walks into the room to grab something. I race behind a pile of paperwork, laying down to not be seen. There's a pause. Is he looking at me? Can he see me? After what feels like forever, I feel him walk back out and get up again, moving slightly faster to my "home." No food sits out to get, but I still get a sense of metabolism every time I see them, which overpowers hunger.

I won't be caught that fast.