Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

bluehairedtales:

“Nah, I won’t tell anyone. Just make sure you aren’t caught by anyone else.. That’s the only word of advice I can give.” 

She sat back on a crate, trying to be as carefully precise as possible as to not scare her new companion any more than what they already were. 

At least now she could get a proper look at them..

“It’s nice to meet you, by the way. I’m Pari.. Grumpy bartender extraordinaire. And yourself?”

“Patches.” 
The small doctor had done a small curtsey with his coat- trying to be a bit more polite than shivering with a gawking stare. He then pointed to himself. “I’m a…well. Depends who you ask but I’m a doctor for a …defence core.” He nodded- not wanting to go with mercenary group. “B-but it’s my break you see and I thought maybe staying here might be the safest…”

golden-gaze:

Derian grunted, becoming increasingly annoyed with this bug that seemed to have some sort of personal vendetta against him. He continued to swat at it, all the while trying to locate the flyswatter which he eventually spotted on top of the refrigerator but it wasn’t going to do him much good right now unless he planned on whacking himself in the face with it.

Then finally the moth landed and he tried to squish it.

Sike. 

The moth at the last second- darted up his face and onto the man’s head when he tried to kill it. Though that didn’t stop Patches from screaming out in horrific fear for his pet.

guestsinhisworld:

Host was either unaware of how awkward this was or just chose to ignore it. 

Once he felt Patches climb onto his hand, he slowly moved it around behind myself to his shoulder blade. Sure enough, there was the scar from the bullet wound.

When he was lifted up to the shoulder blade- he did notice the scar. It looked pretty old and he wasn’t sure if he could fix it. He was going to try his hardest regardless. The doctor placed two palms on the wound and closed his eyes. Normally the dust around him would be dull and barely visible but here it glowed a bright red as it came out of the doctor and into The Host’s scar. It would have a warm and massage like sensation as not only it leaked into the muscles and bones in the wound but their entire upper back. However it did not heal the scar itself…

When he was done he opened his eyes and sighed. “Oh…I..I guess it didn’t work.” He then felt kinda dumb.

bloodyrevenant:

“Fine, whatever you say, mate.” He slammed the knife down into the table alarmingly close to Patches, the blade digging into the wood several centimeters. 

He leaned forward with his arms crossed on the table, eyeing the small medic. A grin started creeping onto his face, purposely showing off his rather sharp canines. What was he up to now?

Oh dear god- He jumped out of the knife’s way and was shivering to the bone. They didn’t want this  and always had a bad feeling about this sniper. The doctor kept slowly backing away on the table. 

“Wh-what do you want from me!?”

guestsinhisworld:

He nodded before standing from his seat. He was working under the assumption that Patches would need actual visual and tactile access to the wound, as you would expect. Patches was a doctor, after all.

So he abandoned his trench coat, and his shirt he unbuttoned but didn’t remove completely, instead pulling one arm out of it and pulling it down enough to where his right shoulder blade was visible and by extension the scar.

Then he offered his hand to the medic.

Now that wasn’t something he expected.

Patches put a fist on his mouth when he did this. I mean he could have healed him with his shirt on and….ah- probably a bit late to tel l him now how his power healing thing worked. 

The doc looked at the hand and without a doubt walked into him palm, crouching so he could hold on to the hand a bit so he wouldn’t fall.

golden-gaze:

Well he certainly noticed the moth now. He stopped what he was doing and began swatting at the bug, trying to get it to leave him alone. It was certainly annoying, that was for sure. Now where did he put the flyswatter?

The moth wasn’t going to give up on the attack. It kept spinning around them- fluttering it’s wings. It even bumped into his head quite a few times as it leaned in on his personal space. 

Now Patches actually noticed that it was his moth! He was about to call out to her but realized he didn’t want his captor to know that it was his greatest companion. So he kept their mouth shut in fear and watched anxiously. 

That’s when the moth flopped on his face.

Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

bluehairedtales:

“Gosh, you must be so shook up. I’m so very sorry to have startled you..” She apologised, taking note of just how terrified the very small fellow looked. 

“And no, I’m not at all mad. Why would I be? It’s kind of comforting knowing that there’s someone else here with me. Makes things feel less lonely..”

Admittedly, she’d been a creature of habit. Difficult to get close to, difficult to read and difficult to try and find attachment. 

Keeping to herself was something that she’d learned to do a long time ago and she kept with it. As much as she wished that she didn’t sometimes.. 

“I won’t tell a single soul of you being here, I swear it. Your secret is safe with me..”

“R-really?” He spoke up. It was hard to process  They were not sure if he should step forward and introduce themselves but- he did so anyways. Nervously they stepped a bit out of the shadow of that the shelf provided to get a better look at her. She did seem genuine as he was giving him space. 

“You’re not going to tell anyone i’ve been living here for a week?”

Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

bluehairedtales:

“No no, it’s okay! I break cups all the time.” She said with a little grin, and she could fully understand why he was so shaken.

“Anyway, I didn’t know I had company here. And please.. don’t worry about the cup. I’ll just say that I dropped it.”

She still kept somewhat of a distance, trying her best not to be as intimidating as before. That wasn’t what she wanted to do at all..

His hands were trembling and he hand to hold them together to quit shaking. He couldn’t really help being a nervous wreck but he pulled himself together by taking a deep breath.

“Ah- good. I mean you saying you’re not mad and…yeah.uhm. “ He cleared his throat. 

“Wouldn’t think you’d call me company but…yeah I have been here for a while.”