guestsinhisworld:

He wasn’t sure he’d had this much contact in years, between Patches’ hand wrapping completely around him and now feeling him stroking his hair. Though he couldn’t help but notice that he hadn’t pulled away even after the confession.

“Yes. …Or the Host would like to think so. He’s tried.”

Did his promptu comfort make him sleepy? or was it that he was mentally tired from the years of suffering? More than likely both. Patches sighed as he did a rhythmic tapping on his other hand that wasn’t being used as Host’s message couch. Darting his glaze around for the time. Though his search for the time was futile- he brought his attention back to Host.

“Hey, you want to rest? It is getting pretty late.”

It’s Not Him ~Closed rp

icangiveyouanything:

As Patches started to back away, Dark caught the motion in his peripheral and turned to look, red eyes falling on the small man. There was a brief moment of surprise, the entity’s eyebrows raising, before his expression changed like someone flipping a switch to something charming and gentle.

“And who do we have here? A friend of the Host’s, perhaps?”

He nearly dropped his cookie. Squeaking in surprise- he slowly turned around. Meeting eyes with the strange person in a suit and already recoiled. Patches held up his cookie a bit- using it as a social shield for himself as he nodded. 

“Ye-yeah…I am.”

guestsinhisworld:

“He used people… He used them as tools to create his stories by bending reality around them. He drove a man insane.” Patches seemed like such a good person to him and he genuinely cared about him. He should know the truth, shouldn’t he? He didn’t want to hurt him.

The comment about what he could’ve done with the medic earned a bitter chuckle. “The Host wouldn’t want to be immortal.”

The doctor listened in what he was saying- putting the pieces together from all the reality warping to saying he manipulated people. They couldn’t deny those were bad things, but he didn’t seem to have that behavior now. A thumb reached down to Host’s head and rubbed lightly on his hair.

“You’ve changed though. Haven’t you? Certainly I am not seeing the same person now that’s for sure.”

It’s Not Him ~Closed rp

askborrowermedic:

@icangiveyouanything

A visit to see someone he really liked was something rare for Patches. But this time he actually was hyped to see The Host again and had been making plans out their day would go about. In Fact he had been able to nab an oreo on his way as a treat for his big friend. When he hopped off the bus in a sneaky fashion under people, He made it to the library and slowly pulled the front door with tiny grunts and was able to slip inside. Happy and ready for the day ahead.

He didn’t see it coming.

The noise tipped him off that he wasn’t alone. His body quivered from the sight of this…man? The wavering aura around them unsettled him and Patches didn’t want to be even next to him.

Without saying a single word, him and his cookie were backing away from them by side stepping away. Trying to find a shelf to hide in to wait for this mysterious stranger to leave.

It’s Not Him ~Closed rp

@icangiveyouanything

A visit to see someone he really liked was something rare for Patches. But this time he actually was hyped to see The Host again and had been making plans out their day would go about. In Fact he had been able to nab an oreo on his way as a treat for his big friend. When he hopped off the bus in a sneaky fashion under people, He made it to the library and slowly pulled the front door with tiny grunts and was able to slip inside. Happy and ready for the day ahead.

He didn’t see it coming.

“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.

Shaking, Lazare stepped into his hands, and clung to his finger.

“I-I have so much empathy for you in this moment, Patches…”

He was bound to get stepped on, and he worried about it constantly. Or dropped. Or sat on.

Immediate pity deployed. Though it was strange how someone actually now felt how he normally feels. Being completely vulnerable to the world around you wasn’t a pleasant experience. Patches cupped his other hand as he slowly lifted him up to his eye level. 

“W-we are going to fix this and you won’t end up like me.I promise.”

Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

blue-haired-tales:

She still stood a little bit closer, deciding that it would be better to be safe than sorry. “I’m not truly an extrovert, I’m just really good at hiding it to be honest with you.. But sometimes, we have to do what we can. Being hurt is one thing..”

It seemed that she was beginning to open up..

He tried drinking in a lot more to stop the annoying hiccups but they just wouldn’t be ceased. Patches though noticed her tone shift. The little doctor frowned as he  pulled the straw out of his mouth. 
“I’m sorry to hear about that….I shouldn’t have assumed… hic”
He managed to cover his mouth that time.

guestsinhisworld:

Realizing that Patches was offering him something, he took the piece of paper from his fingertip, using it to wipe the blood off of his face. While it was true that he had helped the giant, it seemed like but one good thing in a long line of selfish deeds. There was so much Patches didn’t know but he seemed to think so highly of him. It almost felt unfair to the medic, who seemed so kind, to believe that about someone like him.

“The Host isn’t a good person,” he muttered, still slumped against the hand which was pretty much supporting him at this point.

Leaning in, Patches confirmed what he just heard and felt his stomach drop. It didn’t seem fair to him that Host was beating himself up like this.Sure it was hinted at before he had a power trip at one point but.. “There’s more to you than your mistakes…” 

Patches’s hand curled and cradled the host a bit as it seemed he was completely laid on him. He hoped he was getting this ‘gentle giant’ thing right. 

“Really you should give yourself more credit. I mean, you could of easily carried me off and used me to be immortal or something….that’s what a lot of people do and you’re not one of them.

Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

blue-haired-tales:

She couldn’t help but stifle a giggle, trying to face him on the bench. “It’s not that much fun to be honest..” She answered, moving forward incase he hopped forward a little too much..

Thankfully for him he was staying in his spot at the moment. Just jolting rather viciously when he hiccuped. His face as deepening in color as he was starting to get embarrassed. “O-oh really? Serving alcohol while being an extrovert in’’t fun? HIC”

“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.

Though Patches was a friend, at least in his book, he still backed away instinctively.
“No, it wasn’t you, I was the one to play around with magic!” he huffed, then said something about Patches reading the spell.
It was at that moment the book burst into green flames.
“Merde…”

His hands were on either side of L as Patches on his knees- he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Though the situation only got worse when the book poofed into thin air. Patches clenched his teeth in fear- they had to find something in here to make him normal.

Patches reachedouthishands. “H-here come with me, there has so to be a reversal spell in here for you.”