Russell is probably the only BLU scout that is able to touch Patches without the lil doc freaking out.
(Touch meme) Russell gently taps Patches’s shoulder as an improvised way to pat it. He can’t use his whole hand after all.
It’s Not Him ~Closed rp
He managed to keep what would have been a rather sinister grin off of his face. This was perfect, getting his metaphorical talons in Host’s little friend. “Good, good. This will work. Just open your mind to me, and hurry, before it’s too late.” Just for good measure, he had Patches ‘shrink’ a little more.
How in the world would he open his mind? Patches wasn’t really keen on mindfulness practices or anything like that. Not like he ever went to therapy or anything. So when he shrunk tot he size of an ant his heart started to beat way too fast for him to handle. So he did the only thing he really could do in a situation like this.
He straight up fainted- leaving his mind empty and ready for entering.
“Borrow bits?” Heavy parroted. That didn’t feel right, he frowned again. Why did Mann co not bother to cater to this man’s needs? It didn’t sit right in Heavy’s gut. Either that or this proved that the little man was not real.
Shaking his head, the Russian opened a drawer and pulled out a knife. Carefully, he sliced the corner of his sandwich off, separating it from the rest. Taking a moment to examine, Heavy made sure that the tiny bite still had all the ingredients of the sandvich. Ham, cheese, lettuce and tomato. Perfect. And tiny.
Heavy put the tiny sandvich on the tip of his finger and moved to offer to the medic.
Patches had scooted back a bit upon seeing the knife- he was naturally creeped out by really sharp things. He even clenched his chest a little. Though his eyes widened when he noticed the true intention of the giant man as an appropriate sized sandwich was served to him. He stared at in disbelief before gingerly taking it while having his eyes look up at the heavy with a smile.
“Th-thank you! Gosh you didn’t have to…” He praised the heavy before munching down on the sandwich- though he still had to hold it with two hands it was much more manageable then the real sized counterpart.
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“Yes, it is unavoidable, but I hardly mind it. Well, with the exception of more negative attention… I’m not particularly fond of people panicking.” They were heading nowhere in particular, he’d just set his sights on a more empty looking area away from the base. “I suppose I can understand that, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s rather sad.”
Oh he could definitely understand the negative attention part from when he was forced to be huge, though he couldn’t help but to feel a little guilty. He was one to panic constantly or at least feel anxious. As their first meeting Patches couldn’t help but to only have negative thoughts about Gifre. Patches curled up a little upon thinking about his own sad little life. “Well…You..you are right about that. I miss being able to talk to people.”
Patches with C2 for the face meme!
“Sa-sab- hack st-top.. please.”
messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them. (Both mod and muse)
“….I think I should go.”
Giving a large audience to someone with hyper anxiety isn’t really the best idea.
It’s Not Him ~Closed rp
He leaned forward, completely towering over the (comparatively) minuscule medic. Those intense eyes looming overhead, each as big as Patches himself, were probably anything but comforting. Even so, he spoke in a surprisingly gentle voice, echoing all around Patches and trying to draw him in.
“You just have to let me in. It’s as simple as that.”
As much as Patches couldn’t understand what letting in him meant, the pressure was metaphorically squishing him. The tense stare from above and Patches started to hallucinate that he was shrinking even more. He didn’t want to die this way and desperately wanted out. So without being able to actually think about it- he screamed out to them in desperation.
“I’LL DO IT! PLEASE- PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!”
Plus side of shipping with me: i will always be here to scream ideas and headcanons at and i will be screaming more along with you.
Downside of shipping with me: you will eventually come to the conclusion that i am satan.
Happy halloween!
((I would have drawn something for today but things have suddenly come up and my tablet is acting up qnq’’ however I still wish all of you a nice night and please stay safe if you’re going out!
I gotta blast but please don’t drown Patches in candy- he’s already as hyper as he is.))
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