guestsinhisworld:

“The Host isn’t sure…” He rolled his shoulder, feeling the old scar tissue. He hadn’t been overly concerned with those sorts of details at the time and didn’t have enough medical knowledge to tell anyway. “He was shot in the back, the bullet embedded in his shoulder, and had to be removed.”

“Oh gosh.” A bullet wound? Sure that was normal for what Patches has to fix every day but him getting shot? That did rise that question into his head. He did walk closer to host a bit and tilted his head. “I…I don’t know if I do well if old wounds but- is it okay if I take a look at it?”

golden-gaze:

If he wanted to keep Patches around he kinda had to feed him. Couldn’t have his new toy starving to death. That really wasn’t very entertaining.

As was typical for him, he ended up just throwing something frozen in the microwave. He’d just give him some of his own food both for convenience and then he wouldn’t question whether it was some sort of trick.

He wanted him to actually eat.

Obviously the food wasn’t poisoned or something if Derian was eating it too.

Patches watched as he put food in the microwave. Is this where his life had come to? Being someone’s pet that gets tourchered every time they came home? He didn’t want to accept this reality and was having a hard time. Their fingers were gripped and shaking on the man’s pocket. 

On the other hand the moth popped through the vent gate in the living room. It crawled up the walls and was hanging around on the ceiling. 

watching. waiting.

Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

bluehairedtales:

The previous night was something of a hectic affair. Pari was no stranger to these, and the amount of cleaning that she would need to do would be ridiculous. Still, a job was a job. 

Starting off with switching on the radio so that there was a stream of music, she immediately got to work with cleaning up the bar top itself. 

Being totally unaware that there was someone else in the room with her..

Little did she know that all that was about to change. 

Right before he stepped out into the open at the end of the shelf- he heard music play and he jumped back. Patches hid behind a whiskey bottle as he some what peaked on the side. Watching the lady cleaning up. Oh gosh did he come out too late?

Slowly Patches knelt down. Maybe she’ll leave soon or..or something!

politescoutrussell:

Russell made sure to keep an ear out for the medic calling to him or whistling or whatever signal the smaller man wanted to use. He kept chatting with the old ladies as they fussed over Misty.

Misty of course lapped the attention up. Russell’s eyes then fell on Mothra, he had to hope they wouldn’t notice her. He would wait until Patches was ready to leave. He just had to act cool for the moment.

Misty purred the whole time, which helped with the distraction, being a nice young man had his perks when it came to deception and subterfuge. No one expected it.

He glanced back to Mothra, hoping she was currently safe.

After eating down a couple of handfuls in only a few seconds- he suddenly remembered he was on a time limit. Patches gulped down and started to shove good bits from the bun into his pouch. It was as much as anyone really could.

Mothra on the other hand begun to fly off of the table to head back to her master-though it was in between the scout and the older ladies.

guestsinhisworld:

He’d definitely done some things that might’ve been surprising looking at him now. But a lot had happened and he had changed quite a bit. He’d matured, realized he couldn’t do the things he thought he could get away with.

“The Host appreciates Patches’ understanding. He still bears the scars.” He reached up towards his shoulder, where he’d been shot when one of his ‘subjects’ fought back.

Patches eyes followed the host’s hands which lead to his shoulder. With his healing power he wondered….Patches then realized he was still hugging the giant’s finger. He took his arms off while his cheeks were consumed in blush. “Uh… is that a tissue wound by any chance?”

guestsinhisworld:

He really didn’t mind Patches holding onto his finger. His hand was just resting on the desk so it didn’t cause much of a hindrance. As for abusing the power, he could do more than just see the future, but hadn’t mentioned it previously out of fear of scaring his new friend off.

“The Host has learned his lesson about manipulating people and circumstances.”

Now that was pretty strange to hear coming from him- but then again people change. For better or worse. Patches wasn’t sure if he should press the issue as it seemed like he didn’t want to directly talk about it. The doctor looked away for a moment and was giving nice pats- as if he was patting Host on the back but…well. You know.

“Whatever happened or what you did- I’m sorry you have to live with the burden.”

golden-gaze:

Derian had all but forgotten about the moth already, never suspecting there was any significance to it.

“Relax. I just have to take care of a few things. You want to eat, don’t you?” Apparently he’d decided that was the best thing to do with Patches while he messed around in the kitchen. Technically he could have just left him where he was at but he didn’t really care to have to drag him out from under any more furniture if he decided to run off.

Eat? Patches was actually surprised they even were going to feed him. Considering how he was treated so far. He was getting hungry but at the same time felt like they were going to pull something on him so he nodded cautiously and kept quiet. Meanwhile the moth still searched for an entrance and- may have found the air conditioning vent. From there they were exploring the tunnels and trying to lock on Patches’s scent.

guestsinhisworld:

Leave it to the author to be able to put something into words. He tapped the fingers of his free hand on the desk as he debated whether to elaborate on his personal experiences. Though he supposed he might as well.

“The Host also once considered himself to be apart from other humans, but instead of thinking himself below them, he thought he was above them.” He swallowed. “Because of his power, he thought he was invincible. …He was wrong.”

He listened in, still holding his finger by the way.  It did bring a new light of who this mysterious kind stranger was. Though he did wonder how one could abuse the power of seeing into the future. Even if it did sound scary and ominous- he wasn’t quite scared of him. They took in a deep breath. “I..I see.” A head rested on the back of The Host’s finger as he forgot it was pretty awkward to hug someone for that long. “You don’t seem to be that way anymore.”