“What’s this…?” the BLU mumbled, more to himself than Patches as he pulled down a thick book with yellowed pages and a leather cover. He brushed a layer of dust off of the front. A spellbook. “What do you say we try one of these?” he asked mischievously. “It’s probably all rubbish, anyway.”

intuitionandespionage:

askborrowermedic:

Patches was normally up to explore libraries. Though his exovision of this off settling one did strike his nerves. Especially going along with a BLU spy of all people. Not that he didn’t think L was acting like many of his kind so far and was very nice- he had to stay on his tiptoes around him nonetheless. 

While exploring the desk by them- Patches looked around an inkwell with a risen eyebrow. Obviously having a bit of a concern with reading random tomes. “I-I don’t think that’s a good idea..” He hesitantly spoke up.

“Powers? You-you had powers? What could you do?”

He wondered what powers Patches had, if they were useful, et cetera.

“uh well… I…” He was quite nervous telling a BLU what his powers were due to him having nightmares of the other team kidnapping him and doing gods no what. Though in this situation he could give L a pass. Patches set the book back and pulled out another one. “I can heal people by just standing around them..like a human medigun.”

Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

blue-haired-tales:

She could pick up on the subtle notion of him moving back. She’d only done so just incase he fell forward and she could spring into action to catch him. “I’m sorry. It’s a killer that we’re both stuck in jobs we aren’t happy in..”

“Huk! Ye-eah.” He got really sick of these hiccups and held his mouth closed to stop the hiccups once and for all. After a moment of hiccuping internally he answered her  with a sad tone. “It really does take a toll on a person.. I hope you get a break soon too. You deserve it.”

guestsinhisworld:

Host chuckled as he took a seat at the table. It was both surprising and amusing to hear just how happy he was about the cookies. “If the Host had known Patches liked sweets so much, he would have offered him some sooner.” He reached over and took a cookie for himself. It wasn’t like the little medic was going to eat all of them, right?

He was gonna definitely try Host. He was gonna try.
Patches, with almost everything that was near his size, had a little bit of trouble trying to pull a cookie out. There was small grunting noises as he slowly got one out of there but he managed to do it. 

The little doctor at down with his legs spread and started to take generous bites. It was like his cheeks were akin to a hamsters.He hummed in delight as things seemed to taste more extreme at his size. But Patches was polite so he swallowed before taking. “These are so good! Thank you!”

guestsinhisworld:

It was a fairly modest kitchen, with all the typical things you’d expect—stove, microwave, toaster, and of course a coffee maker. If he could catch a glimpse of the cupboard Host was going through, there was a pretty good amount of food in it. He tended to keep it stocked so he didn’t have to go out as often. As for the fridge, it didn’t really do a blind man much good to hang things on it.

Eventually he found what he was looking for, cookies. It was just a package of store bought cookies, he pulled the plastic tray out and set it near Patches. “The Host hopes this will suffice.”

Interesting, it was a lot like Patches…’kitchen’. It had simple stuff and of course storing lots of food. Being a borrower makes that habit every apparent. Patches attention was grabbed however when he brought out something that was very sweet smelling. 

He scampered towards Host wondering what he had in his hands and it became apparent when he placed it on the table. He let out a small gasp.

Oh he really shouldn’t. 

However he went ahead and clung to the side of the packaging. His eyes were now huge orbs as he looked up to Host. 
“You’re my favorite person right now I hope you know that!”

guestsinhisworld:

“The Host thanks him. He did the renovations himself.” This building wasn’t originally meant to be a home, after all.

He could feel Patches rapid heartbeat against his fingers and was able to surmise that he was excited. If he’d known food would make him so giddy he would’ve offered him some a long time ago. Though not having a proper meal while he was a giant probably contributed to it.

Placing the medic on a table, he went over and started rifling around in a cabinet, feeling for something with an ample amount of sugar.

When he was placed down- he took the liberty of setting his stuff onto a napkin rack to stay comfortable. Right then he decided to do a little bit of exploring on his part on the counter. He wanted to see what the Host liked in terms of cooking and other things he might be interested in.

Why? He wanted to know him better as a person. Patches looked at his fridge to see if there was anything on it.

guestsinhisworld:

His smile turned more sympathetic as he heard the enthusiasm drain from the medic’s voice. “The Host is just glad that Patches is ok.” Even if he was sure Patches wished he was normal size, it was clear he preferred being small to being huge so that was a positive point.

Sensing that he’d gathered all his things, he picked him up again. Clearly he’d become a bit more casual about this in the time they’d known each other but he was still careful as he carried him to the kitchen.

Patches’s shoulders jittered from the Host’s fingers wrapping around him and picking them up again. Though he didn’t mind it as the Host’s grip was soft yet firm. When they were in the air Patches pulled one arm out to gently hold on to the index finger’s knuckle while the other arm was holding his stuff close to his chest.

One could feel his excitement as his legs jittered a little and his heart beating quite a bit faster that was accompanied by the smile on his face. “Your home is very nice by the way!”

guestsinhisworld:

He chuckled. Hearing Patches sound so happy really was endearing. “Maybe the Host can check if he has something.” Host, no, don’t enable his sugar addiction! “He’s just glad he was able to help Patches. The borrower has done much for him already.” Aside from just the shoulder thing, he considered the trust the medic was showing him, even after his confessions, to be a favor.

One could see the twinkle in his eyes when he offered him actual food. He nodded and went down to collect his jacket and gloves while also pulling his boots on his feet, Still in a joyful blabber. “I was so worried that the size change was going to be permanent! like my shrink….ing.” Oh. He made himself sad. They stood up with his labcoat and gloves in his arms. Grinning only a little. “It… might of worked a little too well.”