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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.

He closed one eye as Patches pushed on his cheek. There was something incredibly awkward about this whole situation, like something unspoken was hanging over it.

If he had to guess, it was probably Patches’ hatred of him.

“Uh, sure…” That had to be the most threatening invitation to hang out, especially punctuated by that squeeze.

He glanced around the area he’d been brought to. “Is this where you live?” he asked, barely hiding the disbelief in his tone.

There was defiantly something off with Patches, It was like he was suddenly experiencing a whole new emotion. Though that wasn’t exactly accurate- he didn’t know anyone that he actually hated. 

Until now.

When he entered the wall there were only a few things scattered around like some blankets, small trinkets and even a sizable box of clothes. Patches’ eye twitched when Derian asked. 

“A-at the moment. I don’t have access to my tools right now but I think we can make do.” He was defiantly trying to sound threatening. 

He then sat down on one of the blankets.