“Not in that sense but…” He let out a sigh, before admitting one of the key factors in their relationship. “Dark saved the Host’s life and helped him develop his abilities. He’s never let him forget it.”
Now everything seemed to click together for Patches. Things seemed to make sense for him. Well this situation at least. Patches lips tightened as he looked back up at Host. Frowning before slowly making his way toward one of Host’s hands on the table and placed not only their hand on his pointer finger but leaned their forehead on it.
“I-I’m sorry.”
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>Patches
Full Name:
Valter “Patches” Nilsson
Other Names: Patches, The borrower,
Titles: Pocket Medic
Age: 26
Gender: Cisgender Male
Race: White, Swedish
Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual
Origin: Stockholm,Sweden
Current Location: Coldfront,United States
Nationality: Swedish
Spoken Languages: English,Swedish and getting the hang of German
Religion:
Atheist
Height: 6′‘
Body Type: Very small and scrawny.
Hair: A messy tuff of coal black hair that is very compressed.
Eyes: Nearly grey blue eyes
Tattoos: None.
Piercings: None.
Educational Background: Has a bachelor’s degree in Medicine
Social Media: None. He wouldn’t know how to work modern technology
Smoking: No.
Drinking: Not intentionally
Drugs: Tried using medical drugs to grow taller in the past like mixes that contain testosterone, steroids , ect. but they all have failed. Currently he hasn’t been trying anything.
Athletics: Despite him not having any obvious muscle to show he does have enhanced running and climbing skills similar to a mouse.
Hobbies: Reading, Crafting, Singing, Bug watching, and he does miss being able to bake things.
Virgin: Yes and it will stay that way.
Favorite Drink: Herbal tea
Favorite Food: Cinnamon buns
Favorite Music: Relaxing Piano music tends to calm him down.
Clothing Style: His ONLY set of clothing he has so far (aside from a tiny red sweater for when it gets cold) is a shirt,bow, boots and pants he scavenged off of a doll and a medical coat he managed to make himself.
Underwear Type: You think they make underwear that small?
“Of course I did, Patches,” Russell said. He watched the large owl as it flew away, deciding that trying to deal with the larger human wasn’t at all worth it, “I know how being eaten feels, it’s the worst.”
He then shrugged.
“Besides, even if I hadn’t been eaten before, I couldn’t just let it eat you anyways. You’re my friend,” he added, “It looks like you weren’t hurt anywhere, and that’s the main thing. Do you want me to take you inside for a bit?”
“Hey, it’s the least I can do. I know you like them and seeing as we some spare, it’s not a problem,” he said. He gently placed Patches onto the kitchen worktop. He then knelt back down and opened the main packet before taking out of the individually wrapped buns.
He straightened up again, holding it carefully.
“All right, if you want it here, I can get you a plate and unwrap it,” he offered, “I can make you a drink too, or if you feel like heading back home, I can take you back with this.”
One could probably swear that Patches’ pupils got bigger when he spotted the sweets. Patches was sitting on the countertop edge while he was watching Russell take out the cinnamon buns. “I..I actually want to stay a little longer.” Patches commented.
However his eyes widened and he gestured his arms in front of him. “If-if you want me to stay that is- I shouldn’t be assuming those things aha…”
Host could barely even process to use of the word ‘love’ in conjunction with whatever was going on with Dark. Though he was still convinced he may have just meant it platonically and didn’t want to be wrong about that.
“The Host and Dark’s relationship is complicated and tense. He has done things for Dark, yes, but he doesn’t like or trust him. He never wanted Patches to have to meet him.”
Patches looked up with a dismal look on his face- feeling a tear drop down his cheek like jello before brushing it away. Now he felt bad for making that connection out loud. The borrower turned away with a sniff.
Host reeled back at what amounted to an accusation from Patches. “No-! The Host means he has, but he’s not-” Oh boy, how did he even explain this. He didn’t like Dark but he had worked with him. But he certainly wasn’t in cahoots with him against Patches or anything like that.
Wait, did Patches just say the L word? He couldn’t have possibly meant that- Could he?
Host shook his head. This needed to be straightened out.
“What did Dark tell you?” he asked, leaning forward again. It would be just like the entity to say something that would cause trouble.
Patches fingers were covering his mouth- shaking in his boots when Host leaned over him. It didn’t seem like Host heard or acknowledged the fact that Patches out right said he loved them from his perspective. The doctor was on the verge of crying again as he slowly removed his hands from his face- holding the sides of his arms while looking down at his shoes.
“He-he said you work with him and do each other favors…I-I didn’t believe that was true…”
“Of course I did, Patches,” Russell said. He watched the large owl as it flew away, deciding that trying to deal with the larger human wasn’t at all worth it, “I know how being eaten feels, it’s the worst.”
He then shrugged.
“Besides, even if I hadn’t been eaten before, I couldn’t just let it eat you anyways. You’re my friend,” he added, “It looks like you weren’t hurt anywhere, and that’s the main thing. Do you want me to take you inside for a bit?”
Misty looked down at Patches and gave him a chirping mew in greeting, as though happy to see him too.
“Oh, ehe, I’m just doing it because I can,” Russell said, a dusting of pink falling onto his cheeks. He stepped through the doors then, using his back to push them open.
He then headed towards the kitchen.
“Now… if I recall…” he paused so he could search his memory. He then stepped over to a cupboard, “Ah, there we are…”
As promised, the buns sat inside, wrapped up and arranged in a neat square. He knelt down.
“Let’s get you one… is it all right if I put you on the counter for a second?” he asked.
“Ah gosh- you really don’t need to.” Patches was feeling not only happy about his friend treating him to his favorite sweets but was also overwhelmed from the kindness the scout was giving. Patches was kneeling down in the scouts palms as he watched him move around the base and into the kitchen-humming a small tune that was barely audible.
Upon being asked to move- Patches perked up and nodded. “Oh Ja- I’ll be right here!”
Host grew visibly tense at that question. He shouldn’t be surprised that Patches wanted to know but that was quite a question.
“That is a complicated question…” he all but mumbled himself, but he’d told Patches a lot about himself already, why stop now?
“The Host met Dark shortly after he- shortly after he lost his eyes. Really Dark found him. The Host was craving power… and Dark had power.”
Patches spun around with a look of dread upon his face. Feeling his stomach dropped as Host was basically confirming that Dark was telling the truth. The doctor shook a little bit in his boots- his mind racing and his anxiety was kicking in. Basically letting his mouth ramble on saying something particularly interesting.
“Wh-what? So you are working with him!? Å nej… Host I- I love you and everything but- hh!”
“The Host is never too busy for Patches,” he replied, turning towards his general direction. It was true. While far from the most social of people, he always seemed to be happy to have the other around. He thought about him a lot even when he wasn’t around.
“But the Host feels like something is bothering his friend. He hopes that everything is ok…”
There were a million things bothering him Host- but the major one would be very apparent. Once he got himself on the desktop, he strolled over to the towel that was left for him and started to dry his wet mess of a hair clump. His cheeks were starting to consumed from that comment.
Through his nervousness, he sighed and looked away from him. “There’s… something.” He swallowed what spit he had left in his throat.
“Of course I did, Patches,” Russell said. He watched the large owl as it flew away, deciding that trying to deal with the larger human wasn’t at all worth it, “I know how being eaten feels, it’s the worst.”
He then shrugged.
“Besides, even if I hadn’t been eaten before, I couldn’t just let it eat you anyways. You’re my friend,” he added, “It looks like you weren’t hurt anywhere, and that’s the main thing. Do you want me to take you inside for a bit?”
Russell brought his over hand down so that both of them were cupped around Patches. He kept them as steady as possible while he walked.
“I think people fancied them again so they put in some order forms. They get shipped like, every fortnight now,” he replied, as he slowly started walking towards the BLU base, “I can get you one and then I can bring you back to RED.”
A soft meow suddenly grabbed his attention, before Russell was gently jarred by Misty jumping onto his shoulders.
“And Misty can keep an eye out for any other birds.”
Patches really appreciated the security and couldn’t keep his excitement hidden as he saw Misty hop on the scout’s shoulders. The doctor did a quick wave up to his feline friend before looking back to Russell with an exceticed look upon his face.
“The Host is very happy that Patches has decided to visit. The borrower would find a towel and some tea waiting for him.” Not only did Host know he was there, but he apparently already knew he was coming in advance to have that ready for him. The benefits of visiting someone who can sense the future.
Host was at his desk, as usual, and couldn’t help the small smile on his face now that Patches had arrived. He felt like something was bothering the medic though, but he didn’t know what.
“The Host wonders what has brought Patches here today.”
The little doctor couldn’t help the smile from growing on his face when he heard Host’s voice. When he turned the corner to see the man he literally looked up to was sitting at the desk he would normally be writing at. Patches felt warm inside from the kindness Host was showing. It was a definitely welcomed feeling though the question he was going to have to ask was still tugging at him.
“O-oh thank you! Aren’t you such a good…host. he.” He giggled a little from his own attempt at a pun before starting the climb up the desk leg. Scampering like a mouse.
“Well you know- I wanted to see you! and talk…if you aren’t busy I suppose.”
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