guestsinhisworld:

He nodded quietly, trying not to wince at the sudden volume of Patches’ voice. He’d never fully explained this before, having been scared of scaring him off when they’d first met. But now seemed like as appropriate an opportunity as any. “The Host is able to influence reality with his storytelling.”

Patches covered his mouth- not just from the surprise that Host had the ability to change reality itself, but he realized he was being too loud. The urge of hugging the small man was strong for giving him a place to hide. Though he did lend out a hand-oh wait a finger to shake on it as he whispered his gratitude.
“That’s- …amazing! Thank you so much.

guestsinhisworld:

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Patches realized that his tears had more impact than he thought. Gosh was his sadness destructive too!? He held a hand on his cheeks and was trying to rub his tears away so they wouldn’t fall, Knocking up his glasses a little bit. 

Though he instinctively leaned in a bit over Host when he mentioned that he could probably help him.

“Wait really? How?”

Getting a few drops of water on him from the splashes of the tears was hardly a big deal, though it made sense that Patches would be self conscious like this. Everything he did had far more impact than it used to.

Host took a breath, deciding to answer the question by just going ahead and doing it.

“The Host’s library expanded in size, large enough that Patches could fit inside. Yet despite the change, it wasn’t at all notable to the other residents of the city.”

He spoke with a power in his voice and as he did, the things he said happened.

First, he was confused what the mysterious tangent the Host went on- but it was soon evident what he just did as he gasped in shock when the host’s library suddenly tripled in size.
After staring in awe he looked back down and pointed at the building and them. “Y-you can do that?!” He accidentally spoke a bit louder than the whispering he did before.

guestsinhisworld:

He could hear the sniffling and knew Patches was actively crying now. He also felt a few splashes from the tears that splattered on the pavement and sent droplets his way.

“Maybe… maybe the Host can help with that.” Hearing his friend’s distress was tugging at his heartstrings. Surely it couldn’t cause too much harm if he were to bend things just enough to give him somewhere to hide and let him go unnoticed…

Patches realized that his tears had more impact than he thought. Gosh was his sadness destructive too!? He held a hand on his cheeks and was trying to rub his tears away so they wouldn’t fall, Knocking up his glasses a little bit. 

Though he instinctively leaned in a bit over Host when he mentioned that he could probably help him.

“Wait really? How?”

guestsinhisworld:

It wasn’t like Patches wasn’t still acting like himself, so he saw no reason he should run away from him or anything like that. He couldn’t imagine the soft-spoken doctor ever hurting anyone.

He could hear that quiver in his voice though. He definitely sounded like he may start crying. “They don’t understand. Patches isn’t a monster.” He reached out a hand but put it back down, remembering there wasn’t really anything he could do when he’d been told not to come closer.

Well here comes the waterslides. The doctor couldn’t help it when his tears rolled down his face and landed on the cement- slashing like as if someone was dumping gallons of saltwater in the middle of the street. His sniffles weren’t too loud but it was plainly audible. 

“I….I don’t know what to do Host- There’s nowhere to hide.”

By then a curtain on a building behind Patches creaked open a bit and then suddenly yanked back.

guestsinhisworld:

The public? He could only imagine what could’ve happened then. The public surely wouldn’t have reacted well at all to a giant. “The public doesn’t understand. They fear Patches because of what he could do, but they don’t know him. They don’t know what he would do.”

He was unaware of what Patches was currently thinking about him. He probably wouldn’t have known how to react if he knew. “Maybe so, but Patches is still welcome outside.”

“Uhm….I…well… I..guess. Thank you.”

At Least the host wasn’t screaming and running from him. Someone he could actually talk to who wasn’t hunting him down for fun like some people. The doctor kept looking both ways on the street that they were having a conversation on to make sure no one was coming near them. Still paranoid at being seen. 

“People just…scream at me. With their judgemental eyes and…” 

Don’t start crying again Patches you’ve already did so about 5 times last night.

guestsinhisworld:

He only lifted his head slightly. There was no real point in craning his neck up when he couldn’t make eye contact with him anyway. “The Host feels that there’s something on Patches’ mind.” He crossed his arms. “But he’s welcome here, regardless of his size.”

This guy seemed to be a mind reader; wouldn’t of been the first time. But Patches was just terrible at hiding his feelings. Especially being this big. His eyes looked away for a brief moment as he thought about it. 

“I… don’t really want to talk about it. Let’s just say I think the public views me as a monster or something…” He sighed- looking back at the host, who was kinda cute being doll sized to him but wasn’t going to bring that up in a thousand years. Patches gently smiled. “Thanks for the offer but…I wouldn’t fit in there. Literally.”