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silvertonguedmonster‌:

silvertonguedmonster:

What’s this? Derian has somehow been shrunk to half an inch tall! (Because you gotta be really small to be tiny to Patches).

Patches probably never normally had to be careful not to step on someone, but here we are with Derian having to scramble out of the borrower’s path.

Bony and weak? Excuse you Patches, he is lean muscle. Though to be fair, he probably felt pretty weak right now with how ineffective his struggles were. But it’s not his fault he’s half and inch tall right now.

Or maybe it is, who knows.

He was just waiting in suspense to see what Patches was going to come out with next as he stared back at that huge pair of glasses.

He raised an eyebrow at the comment. He probably should’ve seen that coming though considering he tried to keep the medic as a pet that one time.

“Keep me…? I don’t know, I really don’t think I’d make a good pet-”

“No. No you wouldn’t. “ 

With that implication of Derian being a plaything- Patches started to use one of the fingers that was holding his captive and started to push a little of Derian’s cheek. Even if Patches had tried to keep a dead pan expression his anger from seeing Derian was boiling rage within him. 

Since he had no home to go to- he was walking towards a hole in the wall to where all the remaining stuff he had that survived the fire. 

“I just think we could… hang out for a while.” 

He gave Derian a light squeeze.