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 just ran, holding onto Patches’ hand like a lifeline as he did. After all, if he let go he would be alone in the middle of the sidewalk. It was funny, the sidewalk outside his library had never seemed so large and intimidating before.

When they were finally under the bench he took a moment to catch his breath. He wasn’t used to running around like this. He felt the hand placed on his cheek and was a little surprised by it but didn’t pull away. “The Host is fine.”

Checking up on him- he didn’t seem to be hurt by the sudden dash. Patches sighed in relief and reassured him. “You’re doing good so far. Better than when I first shrunk…” A bit of distance was in his eyes. Patches pulled away but unconsciously kept his hand in the Host’s. “Right so we can get on the bus in two ways… by either climbing in someone’s purse or quietly walk under someone.”

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 Host is ready,” he replied amidst his rambled narrations, describing every little detail about the area around them and what was going on. In a way that was his way of keeping a lookout though. That’s how he would know if there was a human approaching.

They booked it. 

Patches held on to Hosts hand as he gently pulled him onto the sidewalk as he skedaddled across the street- internally screaming as he was not only worried about himself but the person he needed to protect. Luck was on their side  though as no one passed through thankfully. When the over looming shadow of the bench was above them Patches inhaled deeply and glanced back to the Host.

Without thinking about it he put a palm on their cheek softly. Examining him.

“A-A-are you okay? Sorry I pulled you out like that.” He said between breaths.   

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 stepped outside when Patches opened the door and could almost feel how big, open, and imposing it all was. He didn’t dare take another step unless Patches did so first, lacking any confidence in this strange situation. Any person could just walk by and grab them at any moment.

You could hear him mumbling to himself in a rushed tone, like he was struggling to stay calm.

Even if it didn’t look like it much- Patches was just as fearful as him when it came about going outside. He was just used to it. How else was he supposed to visit Host? Despite that he kept his hand on him as he looked around the corner. Yeup there was no one there to spot them and he had his eyes locked on the gianiormous bus bench acros the side walk. 

He looked to the Host with an assuring light grip on the hand. “Alright- we need to quickly get across and slide under the bench…are you ready?”