“Are you sure you’re okay?”

seerchild:

seerchild-archive:

To say he was even ‘okay’ was a stretch, the boy had been walking with wide eyes since Patches had seen him again. He was wide awake, and seemingly paranoid of something, or at least bothered or disturbed. His hair was tied in total knots and frizzing out like crazy. Yet looked tired, no… exhausted, the stress of a war-torn soldier hung on his face.

Luca had hardly even heard himself say he was okay to Patches, so when the question was brought up again, he perked awake from his trance, and realised what he was even asking him.

are you okay? are you okay? are you okay?… 

that question echoed through his mind for what felt like several minutes to Luca, but in reality was only maybe three seconds to Patches.

Luca looked down at the small doctor, and took a shivering breath, holding his hands close to his heart for vague comfort.

“No…” he admitted, closing his eyes. He didn’t CRY, but a couple stray tears rolled down his face.

“No I’m not…”

“I-I…. w-well…..” Luca said, continuing to not be sure about this whole thing. Putting himself in danger was one thing, but putting someone else at risk?… 

“….Alright.” Luca concluded, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

He didn’t like it, but, admittedly, having someone around to help him would be nice. 

“My uh… house isn’t far from here, maybe just a few blocks…” Luca said, motioning with his hand to the direction opposite of Patches. 

“I-I could carry you there t-to save you the trouble of walking that far……” he offered. “O-only if you want to, though!….” Luca suddenly blurted out to back up the statement, thinking Patches might take offense to the idea of some kid carrying him around like a doll.

“Oh that’s fine! I’m used to being carried around anyways.” 
That was very much the truth- he honestly couldn’t walk far distances without having to hitch hike a ride off of someone- if they knew he was there or not. Patches was very nervous about the prospect of being hauled into scary territory but Luca was more important than his little paranoias that kept him awake at night. 

It’s Not Him ~Closed rp

guestsinhisworld:

Letting him in? Oh no, this wasn’t good. Host moved forward, putting a hand on the desk. He was worked up but despite what Patches may have thought, it wasn’t because he was mad at him. He was worried.

“He asked you to let him in? Please tell the Host that Patches didn’t let Dark into his head.” He ran a hand through his hair, seeming notably distressed. “Dark can’t be trusted. He will take advantage of you.”

Now he was completely trapped in a loop of panic as Host put down a hand on the desk. He couldn’t read Host’s expression correctly and went to the assumption that he was just angry with Patches for doing something wrong. That’s how most people treated him anyways if he made a mistake. Their spine shivered as his speech started to disintegrate in a blubbering mess. “WHAT? I uh..didn’t..know..I…
tusan också! I-I-am sorry I …” He started to back up a little- nearly tripping on himself. 

Be careful there Host.

It’s Not Him ~Closed rp

guestsinhisworld:

Dark fixed him up? He didn’t like the sound of that. Dark’s help never came without a price. “What did Dark do? Did he ask for anything?” There was a pressing urgency to Host’s questions.

He knew Patches was uncomfortable, his attempt to act relaxed hardly fooled him. But that wasn’t his primary concern right now, the medic could be in danger. Dark seemed way too happy when he left.

Now Patches was starting to feel pressured- why was Host acting this way? It concerned him and the smile was dropped. His heart thumping in chest as he started to feel like he did something wrong. Their eyes had found themselves staring at the desk as the shakiness returned to his voice. 

“I-I..uhm..don’t know..he just…made me stop shrinking…maybe he said s-s-something about letting him in I can’t recall! Wh-why are you asking?”

It’s Not Him ~Closed rp

guestsinhisworld:

He could hear Patches straining to get up the table and although it may have seemed silly that he didn’t ask for help to some people, Host could understand it. He could understand wanting to do things yourself even if other people thought you needed help.

“Malfunction?” he questioned. That was vague enough to concern him. Cue the narration. “Patches didn’t want to admit to the Host that he had started shrinking in Dark’s presence, something he has always feared happening again.”

The little guy did have some trouble climbing up onto the tabletop but managed. Patches was in the middle of dusting off his lab coat when he heard Host starting to basically re-tell the entire story and Patches blood went cold. He never knew that the Host could do that.  

He started to sweat as he nervously smiled- trying to act happy and calm but felt like screaming on the inside. Even thinking about the incident had scared him to the bone. Of Course he’d never outright lie to Host- but retelling the evens gave him a chill up his spine. “Uh-ye-yeah that… happened. But! BUT! I won’t happen again I promise! He fixed me so everything is going to be okay! Aha..” He nervously chuckled.

The poor man didn’t know what he got himself into.