guestsinhisworld:

guestsinhisworld:

Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.

He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.

“Patches is walking through the cold for the Host’s sake. The least he could do is share his coat.” He couldn’t just wear his coat while Patches had none when he was the reason they were out here in the first place. If it wasn’t for this mysterious shrinking problem they’d both be warm in his library right now.

Their cheeks were flushing again despite Patches wishes to be discrete. His voice as a bit stuttery as they continued onward. Leaning in closer to Host so he wouldn’t get too cold without his coat. It would be very noticeable that his body temperature was starting to rise again. During their adventure through the forest there was a stream of lights that slowly morphed into a metal fence with lamps hanged on the top. They made it to Coldfront.

Being as small as they were- Patches simply showed Host how to get past it. The small doctor let go for a moment and slipped through one of the holes.

guestsinhisworld:

guestsinhisworld:

Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.

He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.

The cold air hit him in the face as soon as they stepped off the bus, not the most reassuring welcome to this strange new place. He noticed Patches shivering though and all of a sudden he stopped walking, letting go of his hand. It started to become apparent what he was doing though as he started undoing the buttons on his coat, pulling it off. He reached out to locate Patches’ shoulders and then hung the long coat over them.

Patches halted when he felt him stop- before he could ask him why he was…unbuttoning his coat? Now why would be do that in cold weather? They found the answer when he put it upon his shoulders. His shoulders jolted a little by the surprise and he turned to him. 
“A-are you sure about giving me this? Aren’t you going to be cold?”

Patches asked his as he reached for the other’s hand again to keep leading him to the base. It wouldn’t be too safe to be outside for long.

guestsinhisworld:

guestsinhisworld:

Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.

He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.

The conversation had actually succeeded in distracting him a little, but when Patches told him it was time to get off the bus, the adrenaline surged again. During the ride they’d at least been hidden under the seat and relatively safe, but now they had to go out into the open again.

He nodded, getting to his feet somewhat shakily and once again holding tight to the medic’s hand as it was his guide. This time they were even going to be in an unfamiliar location, not in front of his library, and he didn’t know what to expect from it.

When the bus came to a screeching halt- no one else was riding the bus. It was the end of the line and the only ones on the bus where those two and the driver, who had stopped the bus and got off to smoke. The door was wide open. When the giant got off and walked away from the bus Patches tugged Host along gently and lead him off the ramp.

One would first notice is that the air is very cold and there was a light snowfall around the pretty much abandoned bus stop. Patches shivered as he didn’t have his labcoat with him and it was pretty late. The little doctor then started to head towards the woods. “The base should only be about two minutes away…brrrrh.” He was shivering from the cold.

guestsinhisworld:

guestsinhisworld:

Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.

He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.

“Patches is just as much of a person as anyone else.” He didn’t doubt that people treated him as less because of his size, but it just didn’t make sense. Then again Host had already learned a lesson about treating people as less just because you had power over them. He knew better.

“Thank you though,” he said in response to the complement, smiling just slightly. Patches should be glad that this crowded bus prevented Host from paying very close attention to him so he wasn’t aware of his flushed face.

Having a near nuclear meltdown about his new and scary feelings, Patches had tumbled these ideas of a relationship through his head.  Oh gosh that couldn’t be a possibly! Host was a human with unbelievable powers to change reality but he was just- Little ‘ol Patches. Despite the unnatural size and healing thing- he was rather boring. According to his ex anywa- 

He shook his head and remembered he needed to pay attention to the stops. That’s when he heard the final stop coming to a halt. He reached over to the Host’s hand and gently took it. “It’s time to move.. if we are quick no one will notice us.” 

guestsinhisworld:

guestsinhisworld:

Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.

He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.

“Patches faces a world where the odds are stacked against him. He’s alone, and everything is bigger than him. Despite this, he does what he needs to survive even if ordinary things are more difficult for him. And through it all, he still finds reasons to smile.”

He was sure of everything he was saying. He’d thought about it a lot. He wasn’t sure why, but Patches had been consuming his thoughts lately, to the point where he was finding it difficult to write about other things.

His mouth hung agape as he had to process what he just said, Their cheeks had been completely consumed with the dark tan color on his face and his hands were doing the shaking thing again once under a whole wave of emotion. How was he going to deny that sweet statement about him? He scratched the back of his head. 
“Th-that…is so kind. I mean..you’re not wrong. För
söt… Humans normally treat me like a bandaid but you actually try to understand what I go through. I’ve never met someone so caring and thoughtful.. must be because you’re a wonderful writer.”

Suddenly he had a realization from all this fluttering in his stomach and his face feeling warmer than usual. 

Did he have a crush on this man?

Oh no.

guestsinhisworld:

guestsinhisworld:

Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.

He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.

Patches sounded rather dejected talking about that. But talking could potentially help Host to distract himself from where he was and what was going on, so he decided to try and lighten things.

“The Host admires Patches for his resilience. In fact he… was rather inspired by it. It gives him an idea for a story…” Though the ideas might have also had something to do with the fact that he’d found himself thinking about Patches a lot. He’d become something of a muse for him.

A story? He’d heard people call him many things but resilience was never one of them. He clenched his hands as he looked at him shockingly, wondering how he could see his cowardly behavior as brave. Patches felt the bumps of the ride and heard a sneeze from the bus. He sighed and curled up his knees as he stuttered. 

“That’s… a very noble way thinking about me but, I just hide from people and borrow scraps to survive. I can’t be a good inspiration..”

guestsinhisworld:

guestsinhisworld:

Today was the day that Patches was supposed to come over for dinner, too bad things were about to get a lot more complicated. Host was in the kitchen preparing when he started to feel very strange. There was a distinct sense of vertigo like he was riding an elevator. When it stopped, he knew something was wrong.

He reached for the table he’d been standing in front of previously but found nothing there and began to panic. He started to move around and bumped into a some sort of wooden post which was not a thing he had in his home previously. “Th-the Host feels the strange post, which was actually-” He stopped short, realization dawning on him. Oh no.

He didn’t respond to Patches’ words at first, just lifting his head and letting it fall back against the wall. He really hoped this wasn’t going to be a long bus ride. He also hoped that Patches’ idea would pan out and there would be some way to return himself to his normal size.

“The Host doesn’t know how Patches does it,” he said finally after a long minute of silence.

When Host wasn’t responding Patches worried he was being too touchy and let go of them and placed his hands in his lap. Staring off into space as his back was also to the wall of the bus as it rumbled. Making it’s move along the trip and halting when it reached a stop. By now Patches had counted the stops in his head and knew when they had to sneak off. 

The doctor perked up a little when he spoke again. Though sighed, and slunked his head. 
“I don’t know either…guess. Been really lucky so far, or unlucky depending how you look at it…”