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✍️ – Draw something on my muse
👻 – Jump out and scare my muse
🤑 – Money gag my muse
💦 – Sprinkle water on my muse
🌊 – Dump water on my muse
🍞 – Throw bread at my muse
💋 – Repeatedly kiss my muse
🤛 – Play punch my muse
💪 – Lift my muse up
🤠 – Put a silly hat on my muse
👅 – Lick my muse
🤧 – Sneeze on my muse
👈 – Poke my muse repeatedly
👀 – Uncomfortably stare at my muse
🌱 – Throw grass at my muse
🍂 – Push my muse in a pile of leaves
(Parent meme) “Hey, Patches, ehehe, I was thinking again that it was getting colder out, so I brought some hot soup for you, ehehe, and uh, just to remind you to like, wear a jacket if you’re going on, okay? If you need anything, just call me on my headset. I can go get it.”
“Wouldn’t you get in trouble for helping me? A member of the RED team?“
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
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…”
Luca hesitated upon that question. He gave the doctor a concerned look. He got the message when Patches had said it, but the thought worried Luca more than he’d like to admit.
“O-only if.. you’re okay with it.” he said.
“I-I wouldn’t want to p-put you in danger…” he said. If Luca himself was pushed around and even hit, who knows what damage could be done to Patches? As much as Luca wanted it… he knew that Patches could get hurt just as easy.
“A-are you sure?…”
Patches rose his eyebrows with a concerned frown. Sure he’d been determined to avoid humans as much as possible because it was super dangerous. But after hearing that story he couldn’t help but to feel compelled to help this poor kid. They had to do something or atleast keep Luca healed.
“Ofcourse! You should have someone else looking out for you! If…if that means i’d be living in those walls.”
Not the most delightful of houses but he’d been living in a war base for the past five years- nothing could really be worse after that.
It’s Not Him ~Closed rp
He was relieved when Dark left, but that didn’t erase his underlying worry about what the entity wanted with Patches. It couldn’t be good. It was never good.
Host was still pretty quiet, thinking about that. “What did Patches and Dark talk about?”
As he wanted to speak to the Host on a more even level, Patches took a stroll to a lone table near by and attempted to scale one of the legs. He had trouble getting up the slippery finished wood. “we uh- Talked a little about ourselves and..” He had to breathe a little when climbing the leg as he made it half way. Seemingly troubled about finishing the rest of his sentence.
“I had a little malfunction..”
Hey ummm Patches has to wear that sweater for the next few asks sorry I don’t make the rules
“I was already planning on wearing this through out the cold season anyways…it’s a little long on the sleeves but it’s comfy!”
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Please contact me here or better yet on Discord at Archie#7273 if you’re interested or have questions!!
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((So uh- asks may be on hold for a bit because I was in a car accident last night and I may have to work hard to fix my car. It’s literally my only way to work, go to school and basically do anything. Including probably having to do emergency commissions. Would anyone be actually interested in them if I put up prices?))
It’s Not Him ~Closed rp
Host, likewise, felt some relief from having Patches over by him instead of with Dark. “Dark is right. The Host would like to catch up with Patches now.” That was a nice way of telling him to leave.
Dark had what he wanted though, so he had no problem with that. “Of course. I’ll give you some privacy,” he replied. “Until next time.” And just like that, he vanished, taking with him the seeping grey tones and the ringing sound.
When the entity dissolved from the scene Patches sighed and let go of the Host’s ankle, patting down his jacket and was still having an adrenaline rush from the entire experience. Still trying to wonder how he just started to shrink out of nowhere, perhaps his mutation suddenly got out of hand?
The borrower gazed up at his friend with a wide smile. “S-Sorry about that surprise! Your friend showed up and we kinda…talked for a bit.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
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..” Luca began. Well, it was too late to take it back now wasn’t it?…
“…”
“N-no.” Luca admitted, his head hanging down kind of low. He got closer to Patches, beginning to whisper very quietly and softly so no one would hear him.
“M-my parents…. d-do puppet shows for their jobs…..” he explained.
“A-and…. t-they usually aren’t around…. s-so i-it’s… w-when they are home… a-and….. I-I’ve tried to just say hi to them…. a-and… t-they d-don’t want me around…” Luca explained, beginning to get weaker as he went on.
“S-sometimes… m-my M-Mom… e-even… h-hits me… a-and… i-it… it hurts…….. b-but… s-she…. j-just… l-laughs at m-me ww-hen I…. t-try t…to t-tell her to stop….” Luca tried to say, stuttering and getting weepier with every word.
The doctor went ominously quiet- having a horrified look on his face a he realized what Luca has been living with and what he had sent Luca home back to after the whole shrinking incident. Not only did they have to endure watching trama unfold, he was at the mercy of horrible people.
The usually soft spoken doctor had been silent and was staring off to the horizon, like he was thinking about something. He turned back to Luca with a gentle smile and gave soft pats to his cheek.
“Shh, I’m sorry you must deal with that Luca. Especially with treatment like that.”
He then thought for a second before speaking again.
“ Do you need someone to come home with you? To feel safe?”
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Scold them, punish them, make them eat their vegetables, fuss over them, tuck them into bed + anything else that parents do !
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