A Battlefield is no place for Babysitting!

seerchild:

“W-well… I… it’s… kind of a long story I-” Luca started before the walls shook again and distant screams rang outside. It was starting to really bother Luca, he’d seen death before, but, not like this, not this intense. 

He could agree with the notion of getting out of here, he nodded in response to Patches and began looking around for possible escape routes from this madness, although with all the distant gunshots it was hard to focus on developing a clever plan. 

Having to witness this poor kid having a panic attack from the screaming outside. Maybe he could help him get into the base to wait out for cease fire. Patches trailed along with the kid when they were looking for a way out. Trying to speak up louder due to the noises.

“It’s much quieter in the buildings a bit up ahead! I could lead you there and we can wait till the battle ends!”

guestsinhisworld:

He felt the pat on his nose. That was certainly a unique way to express gratitude. He didn’t mind it though. Patches touches in general he didn’t mind like those of a regular sized person.

“The Host understands. He has work as well.” He nodded towards the desk and the in progress manuscripts. “The Host hopes Patches will visit again soon.” He knelt, allowing Patches back on the floor.

“Thank you!” He spoke up when lowered onto the floor. Gently hopping off of the hand- he turned around with a smile. “I hope i’ll get to read them sometime.” The little doctor did walk away but kept turning his head back. Feeling bad thinking that finding them again would be a very, very hard task. 

“Mothra!!” He called out to his moth that as nibbling on the biology books this whole time flew down to his shoulder as he made his way through the library and to the window where he once came.

golden-gaze:

He had meant that in more of a mocking way than as a serious question but there you go.

He didn’t say anything else on the subject, just picked up a fork and took a bite of the food. He then looked at Patches expectantly, gesturing to the plate. “If you don’t eat I’m going to have to shove it down your throat.”

Originally he was just watching the man eat silently. Trying to do anything to provoke them but squealed when he threatened to just shove food in his mouth. Patches scrambled to the plate on all fours and shoved chicken in his mouth just to appease them. 

politescoutrussell:

Russell stayed on his knees for the time being. He kept looking around, just to make sure that no one was coming or that he was about to get shot.

He then watched as Patches made his way to the ground. Misty meowed at Mothra, as though delighted to see her flying out

“Ehehe, it was nothing really, ehehe, I was just doing it because I could, and as I said, it makes my day a lot more interesting,” he said, negate me rubbed at the back of his neck again, “Ehehe, that’s real nice of you Patches, but, ehehe, I don’t wanna go taking what you worked hard to get, ehehe.”

He smiled then.

“Why don’t we split it? You can have some for later, and I can have some, ehehe…”

“Are- are you sure?” 

Patches tilted his head, wondering why a giant like himself wouldn’t want a full bag of a really nice treat. Normally humans would want more. but if that’s what the scout wanted he wouldn’t argue. 

“Alright then uh… would you please lower your hand down then for a moment?”

Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

bluehairedtales:

She’d seen a lot in her time. This was actually one of the more pleasant encounters that she’d faced, having this conversation with this rather small individual.

Pari kept on cleaning the bar, being ever so meticulous with it..

“Pfft. It’s not a problem, if it was I wouldn’t have suggested it at all!”

“Well if you say so.” 
He did have a hesitance in his voice as he poked his fingers together. Still wasn’t sure if he really should meander up there- maybe one day. However they did admire her work ethic. “You have a really nice business here though!”

golden-gaze:

He didn’t seem convinced as he went ahead and took a seat at the table like he’d originally been about to do, plopping Patches unceremoniously down on it. “You’re telling me the thought of a bug getting crushed moves you to tears?” A pause, and then he smirked. “Does it hit a little too close to home~?”

Hitting the table made him rub is back a bit as his legs are spread on the table. He did glance at the food a bit but was more nervous of his captor. Patches didn’t want to get the people and animals he actually cared about getting hurt. He tried to pull the narrative that he just related to the bug. “Y-e-eah..”

guestsinhisworld:

“The Host hopes so as well. He… really enjoys Patches’ company.” His smile was clearly very genuine. He didn’t exactly have a lot of friends either, so this was unexpected for him as well.

How do humans even show affection or gratitude again? His hand shook a bit as he raised it up and did a gentle pat on the tip of The Host’s nose. “So do I!” Though Patches looked at the window. “Egh…I might have to run for work. Have to catch a car to get home.”