He allowed himself to chuckle, smiling as Patches climbed into his hands and he stood back up to make his way down the rest of the steps. He slipped into his role naturally. He’d always been good at mimicry.
“Maybe Patches can tell the Host about his day over some tea?” Host liked tea, he was fairly certain of that. Now where was the kitchen? Best figure it out quickly.
He ran the narration through his head rapidly. How did Host sort through all this information? He didn’t care what color the walls were he needed to know where the- ah there it was!
He was straight up buying the act- Nothing seemed off and he was just content with being in his hands. Patches was basically smothering Host’s thumb as they made their way down the stairs.
Wait- he wants to know how his day went? Patches perked up and stuttered a bit as he wasn’t prepared for this. “Uh- su-sure! I like tea.” Patches never had tea in a literal decade but Host didn’t need to know that. The little man however was confused on where Host was going.
“Uh..isn’t your kitchen upstairs?”
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