guestsinhisworld:

He swiveled to place his feet on the desk and stood. The wood surface was solid and felt as secure as if he were on the ground. He’d just have to not think about the fact that he was standing on his own desk. Well that and also make sure he didn’t walk too close to the edge.

“The Host hopes Patches will be comfortable here.” He walked over and placed a hand on his typewriter. Looks like circumstance had him taking a break from writing.

As Host hopped off his hand, Patches knelt down with his fingers holding onto the table. This was indeed a strange role reversal. Patches frowned when he touched the typewriter. He still couldn’t believe his protector had sacrificed being comfortable in his own home- he assumed he lived here too, for Patches. Patches crossed his arms on the table and gave a warm smile. 

“Well- you’re a person that makes me feel safe and comfortable.” 

Even finding out he could bend reality itself Patches still had faith in him. 

Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

blue-haired-tales:

Giving Patches a thumbs up, she went back to starting to clean the back on the bar. Being ever so meticulous with cleaning around the area that her new friend had previously occupied. 

“So.. have you always lived here? Or have you traveled..”

“Uh- well no. I just arrived here a week ago actually.”

He bent his knees closer to his chest to keep out of the way of her cloth. Though he did notice there was a small drink that was meant for him that was laid down near him. Patches anxiously looked up and leaned an arm over to pull the drink over. Which in fact was a like a large bowl to him.

“I’m on my break you see and I tend to keep away from work….very far away. Like you I also have to live in the same building..” 

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guestsinhisworld:

Everything he was feeling—from the movement, to the warmth, to the vibrations when Patches spoke—was all so bizarre. Though he found that it wasn’t terrible. The medic was very gentle which gave the experience the quality of a caring hug.

“The change is temporary, just for as long as Patches needs a place to hide.” He knew he hadn’t put much thought into what it would mean for himself, but he could deal with being inconvenienced for the sake of keeping one of the only true friends he had from getting attacked by the military or something similar.

The doctor was definitely being extremely gentle with his third-person speaking friend as it would of been horrible for them to get hurt because of his clumsiness. That thought made his fingers curl around him more- not squeezing but just out of that fearful thought. 

He made it to the desk where they hanged out before. Patches hesitantly pulled away The Host from his chest and slowly laid his palm on the desk. “Here- Uh this should be more stable than I am.” He grinned. Looking at his seat but didn’t quite feel comfortable by sitting in his chair.

guestsinhisworld:

He tried his best to brace himself for what he was sure was going to be an odd experience, muttering the events quietly so he wouldn’t be taken by surprise. “…Patches slowly reached forward and-” The actual contact cut him off as he found himself pulled onto a warm surface. The strangest part about it was probably that you could feel that it was a living surface what with all the minute twitches. That much was apparent even through the glove.

His hands found themselves gripping fabric as they started to move. At least he was sitting on something solid feeling and having Patches’ chest and other hand as walls kept him from feeling so much like he was going to fall.

As for the library, much of the inside was scaled up as well Though much like the door, Patches was still a little on the tall side for it. But he’d be able to find a place to sit down.

He paused when he entered the library with the door shutting behind him. It felt like he was human! Well. Kinda. They were still freakishly tall compared to the rest of the library but it was close enough. He snapped out of it and locked the door behind him so no one barged in. 

Patches looked down at the small man and realized he looked really small now compared to the environment. Kind of felt a little guilty for having him change the entire building to house Patche’s worthless self. Nevertheless this was a huge favor. He smiled as he walked across the floor- looking for a safe place to sit Host down. 

“I couldn’t thank you enough. You- you saved my life basically!…..oh…..dear. Uhm.” 
He took another look around with his eyebrows risen. 

“Are- are you sure you want your place like this…how would you get around?”

guestsinhisworld:

The question caught him off guard and he hesitated briefly as he processed it and what it entailed. He could hear the sirens and knew they needed to move quickly. Plus he’d made a very similar request of Patches the day they’d met. He could show him the same trust. “Yes. Patches may carry the Host,” he said finally.

Deep down Patches knew that was a hard request to make- knowing he specifically told Host not to even get near him. But needing to be quick about it wasn’t up for debate. When he gave him the permission- he reached out both of his hands slowly. Trying to not mess this up. He scooped Host into his palm and the other hand went to support the other so he wouldn’t fall off. Even as he stood up his hands were shaking a little as he didn’t completely trust himself yet.

The sirens were getting louder now and he couldn’t waste time. To be safe- he held the host close to his chest as the scampered to the door. It was just as tall as him at this point and took no time entering the library. Now curious what it looked like now.

guestsinhisworld:

He reached out and found Patches’ hand, laying his own hand on one of his fingers, much like Patches himself had done when they met. “Patches is very welcome. The Host did owe him a favor, after all.” He was of course referring to when the doctor had healed his shoulder and he’d promised to repay him somehow.

Having human contact that didn’t end in violence was a blessing to Patches. He actually cracked a smile- he didn’t really owe the doctor anything but it was highly appreciated.However he shuddered when he heard the police sirens screech into the night. He looked down at his friend nervously as he didn’t want to leave him out here with some mean cops.
“UH- Is..is it okay if I carry you inside?”