“MMPh!”
Host shows up, picks up Patches, and hugs him. -guestsinhisworld
“Alright, I know you didn’t give me my hug on Hug a Giant Day, but I’m a good sport. Come here~”
“heyHEYHEYHEY HEY-”
Patches, did you think they’d have a day for hugging giants but not tinies?
someone approaches
Wacky Wednesday
“He can teleport, he’ll follow,” Dark mumbled under his breath towards his pocket. It was true, both if they had really been facing off against Dark himself and for the Host in Dark’s body. As if he was going to let a slimy snake like Dark run off with Patches.
Host realized that talking to Dark was probably going to be fruitless, the entity would probably twist everything he said. However, he caught a glimpse of him mumbling to his pocket and realized that’s where Patches must be.
“Patches? Can Patches hear the Host?” he called.
Oh god he knows where Patches is.
The doctor squeaked out when addressed and clutched tighter to “Host”- scared out of his mind. Patches thought that Dark was mocking them and tears rolled down his face. If they weren’t going to run, he worried about Host’s safety.
A little poof of hair and glasses emerged from the coat’s collar and he whimpered from how angry the entity looked. It was a miracle the little guy could speak up.
“Pl-please leave us alone!!”
🌈🌈🌈🌈
It was crowded, and he was a bit nervous about being caught by the wrong kind of people. However, the atmosphere was cheerful and hopeful. People were friendly to one another, standing in solidarity.
He had been complimented multiple times on his tattoo, shown off by his choice to wear a tank top, his mask (a rainbow-coloured masquerade one in the shape of a moth), and his sign (“Let’s get one thing straight because I’m not.”). It seemed to be a fairly easy-going event.
However, it was the small figure that caught his attention, running among the feet of the many participants. Was that… was that Patches?
He honestly didn’t expect someone like Patches to be here, not with his small size and all.
Russell knelt down and held his hand out. Thankfully. no one seemed to notice.
“Patches? That you?” who else would it be, Russell? “Quick, over here.”
Russell looked towards the groups himself for a moment. He couldn’t help but smile. It was almost empowering, to see many people standing together. He really wasn’t alone. Even strangers were teaming up to face the prejudices they had to deal with.
“Oh, ehe, thank you. But I wouldn’t have done it without all of these people being brave first,” he said, with a soft smile. His cheeks went slightly pink beneath his mask, “Nah, don’t apologise. Not everyone is gonna understand, not yet and I got away in the end. But maybe now with us standing up, things can change.”
Russell looked thoughtful as Patches listed what he felt. He didn’t entirely understand, but it seemed like Patches faced his own problems from people because of it. Perhaps Kinsey had something to say on people not feeling a sexual attraction to others in one of his papers. He would have to mention that later.
“I… I’m sorry, Patches,” he said, before he fidgeted, “You might feel not lust and only love. But it doesn’t make you any less of a person, and people should still respect you. I, I hope your like, partner, if that’s okay for me to say, understands that.”
He fidgeted.
“You’re still my friend, Patches. You’re still you. You are what you are, and I’ll tell you know that I don’t think you’re weird, or wrong, or a freak, or ‘don’t care’, or whatever else people might have said to you, and I’ll stand with you on that. Us people who feel things differently, we’re here to tell others and each other that.”
Well that’s a lot to process for little old Patches.
The little doctor was completely overwhelmed from the speech Russell gave. Respect was a thing he had forgotten a long time ago after years of being treated like a first aid kit rather than a human. Even before being tiny he lost respect of his peers and family for being ace.
There was a shocked silence.
Before he broke into tears- sobbing while kneeling down and trying to wipe away his tears. Patches was getting noticeably louder from his hysterics.
“That is- sniff– the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me- sniff I … I oh gosh. I don’t know what to say!!!” He yelped out, clutching his own sides of his head.
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“H-hug a tiny day?? That’s a thing??”
Wacky Wednesday
Dark did have a point either way. Better to be with the person that could protect you than alone where the giant could find you. Except in this case the giant was actually Host.
Dark stepped outside just as Host reached the library, vaguely amused at how much trouble the man was having walking and trying not to step on anything.
“What does Dark want?” he called up to him.
The giant glared at him, knowing he was putting on an act. “The Host knows that Dark is the one in his body and demands to know what he’s done with Patches.”
“The Host doesn’t know what Dark is talking about. If this is some attempt at a trick, he won’t have it.”
Well this was confusing.
Patches was shivering violently at this point when he heard Dark’s booming voice that just sounded angry which all the more made it even more intimidating. Even if he was in the soft embrace of Host’s coat he felt very-very vulnerable. Not only for himself but for Host’s safety.
He clenched onto Host’s shirt and tried his best to mummer some words which he knew that Host could hear in is narration.
“Pl-please…run away…he-he’s going to hurt us.”
Not only was he really scared- Dark’s weird rambling in third person also just confused him as well. What the heck was Dark trying to pull?
Wacky Wednesday
He quickly considered the best way to handle this situation. Deciding it would be best to keep Patches with him so he could be present for any interactions, he picked the Medic up and tucked him inside his coat.
“Patches should stay with the Host. Dark will know where he is either way so it’s better if he’s not alone.”
He stood from the table and waited, feeling the increasing vibrations under his feet.
He was going to make the run for it- maybe try to find a small succeeded hiding space from the likes of the monster but right before moving he was snatched by a hand and stuffed into the coat. The doctor could only make a sound that was an equivalent to a squeaky toy.
His shivers were intense as he could hear them get closer. Patches grabbed on to the shirt and hugged it. Terrified what was about to go down if he had to show up.
Wacky Wednesday
“Of cour-” He was cut off suddenly by a rather unpleasant piece of information his narration had just given him. It was inevitable. Of course Host would come for his boyfriend sooner than later.
It wasn’t immediately apparent why he’d just locked up, a scowl showing up on his face, but it probably was apparent when the distant, slightly offbeat rumbling started being able to be felt.
Well that was strange.
In the middle of Patches cuddling the large fingers he came known to love- Host suddenly cut off his own speech. Patches eyebrows rose as he turned his head to look up at him and wondered why he looked upset.
“Uh- are you okay?”
Then he felt it.
Patches slowly let go of the finger and his eyes were wide as pennies. There were only a certain pair of feet that could be making that noise.
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