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Haunting his dreams? Oh, that was a nice thought, wasn’t it? All that delicious attention~ Tricking Patches into letting him in really was the gift that kept on giving.

But how would Host react to this? Sympathy probably, maybe some disdain for Dark interfering in his love life.

“The Host hates that Dark has done this to you. But he hopes nightmares is all it will be…” Ominous statement masked as innocent concern.

Patches could feel a shiver go down his spine from thinking about the dark entity. Knowing fully well that Dark can find him and will use him if he wanted to. Thankfully he wasn’t anywhere near Dark at the moment and is in a safe place with Host around…at least he thinks so. 

“I don’t think so…this..disgusting monstrosity knows where I am at all times and probably knows what I’m doing… It scares me.”

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“The Host hopes Patches was still able to get enough food… He worries about where he works.” Dark knew enough about where Patches lived and worked. He had actually gotten injured there once by some crazy mercs trying to ‘take down the giant’. Who knew how Patches survived.

His expression fell at that last statement. “Is Patches talking about…?” He hoped he’d fill in the blank, just in case there was a particular person Host and Patches had talked about, but Dark wasn’t ruling himself out from being the answer.

   Patches blew on the tea and was taking a drink when the ‘host’ was being concerned about where he worked. Sure it wasn’t healthy and terrible but where else is he supposed to go? Nonetheless his purpose would also in jeopardy. Who would hire a doll for work?

Patches looked up with a head tilt. “Yeah Dark. You know he’s been haunting my dream for a while now…last night I didn’t have a dream….”

“It was nice.”

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Being huge could make you feel very powerful. Just ask the foremost expert on the matter who Patches was unknowingly sharing the room with right now.

Dark took a seat with his own cup of tea, similarly waiting for it to cool a bit.

“Patches is very welcome. The Host believes they were going to talk about how the medic’s day went.”

“O-Oh yeah that’s right! uh..” Great now Patches has to think about how to tell Host about his day. It’s not like he’s asked this very often. “It’s…quite boring actually. Heh. I was trying to stock up on food this morning but one of the guys found me and…well I was put to work.” 

Patches rubbed his shoulder with a small grimince. Picking up the tea with both of his hands afterwards with a sigh. 

“Atleast I didn’t see him today.”

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“Lavender,” he answered, thankfully without any hesitation. He’d take to locating something for the both of them to drink out of. Oh, look at that. Host had kept some bottle caps. Cute.

The teapot whistled shrilly and Dark moved over to switch off the burner. When it came time to pour the tea though he was taking no chances with the scalding hot tea and the bottle cap, and subtly mumbled some narrations to himself as a bit of ‘insurance’ to make sure it went well. He then went over to Patches and set the cap in front of him.

As the little guy people watched, he slid on the edge of the window still and sat down while hugging his knees. The humans down there looked so small and it was making him feel tall. Some part of him missed the part of the giantism that happened to him so that he could feel like he had power- 

The doctor blinked in surprise when the tea was sat in front of him. He grinned and pulled it closer to himself. 

“Thank you~” He said in a sing song voice. Waiting for the tea to cool. 

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Wow, Host really had the medic smitten, didn’t he? He couldn’t imagine what made Patches so comfortable around him of all people. Host could be an intimidating presence in his own right.

“The Host appreciates the offer, but thinks he’ll be fine. He’s made tea before.” That may not have been technically accurate. Either way, the rest of the process went by without incident.

Patches watched him walk away from the counter, he sighed with a smile on his face. He was so happy that he could spend time with Host… too bad he actually wasn’t. Patches just couldn’t tell that something was off.  

With that said while the tea was being made, the doctor found himself wondering to a nearby window sill and started to do a little bit of people watching. 

“What flavor are we having anyways-”

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He assumed Patches was just going to look at the burn, assess how bad it was and maybe suggest he run it under cold water or bandage it or something. What he did not expect was whatever just happened there.

He tried his best to hide his surprise. With how quick the medic was to do that, Host had to have already known about it. But as he brought his hand back to himself and felt his pain free finger he couldn’t help but be amazed.

Apparently Patches had more function than just being a little house pet, after all.

“The Host… thanks Patches. He should be more careful, but he’s glad Patches is here to help.”

“Anything for you!” Patches managed to say with a wide grin as he had a very giddy look on his face. Flapping his hands a tad out of the feeling of being useful. Was it pride? Who knows. What mattered is that he was able to help. 

Patches looked back up to the Host- “Just, be careful where you put your hands this time okay? I could be right next to you if you need a guide!”