golden-gaze:

The movement drew his eye but he didn’t think too much of a bug hitting the window. Even though it was odd for a moth to be out in the middle of the day. He just went ahead and collected Patches, looking at him for a second before shoving him into his coat pocket. Because that’s exactly the kind of sensitivity you show to an upset person.

Patches squeaked when he was grabbed and shoved into a small pocket. Gosh he hated being put into leather. He held onto the side of the pocket and tried not to look down..or up. “Wh-what are you doing with me?” 

The moth on the other hand was tired to slamming into the window. It seemed that she couldn’t get it open. Nevertheless she kept trying to get inside. If worse comes to worse she could try to find help but at the moment she flew around the apartment, looking for an open window or a vent to fly through. Bugs always got inside no matter what.

guestsinhisworld:

He nodded slowly. “To feel human is to feel vulnerable. To reject your humanity is to reject your emotions and to not give your fellow humans a chance to harm you. So you separate yourself, consider yourself not to be one of them.”

“….that’s actually one hundred percent correct.” They still had a sad glaze but were in awe that someone put his dilemma into words. It was like…. they knew how he felt. The small doctor sniffed again and patted their finger. “It…kind of sounds like you went through something similar.”

Hiding in Wine Bottles -Closed rp-

@bluehairedtales

It’s been around a week since he moved into the new place. Well- kind of. It was nice being away from the rough battles of Cold front and just wanted to relax somewhere. However that place was in a bar- known for lots of party goers and drunks. It may not be quiet but he was able to slip by undetected for a bit due tot he distractions and unaccountably of people drinking alcohol. 

Early morning before sunrise, Patches crawled out of the hole that was in the wall and behind a shelf. He was getting hungry and wanted to grab something from the pantry to see if there was left overs. 

He begun walking behind the glasses and bottles on the shelf behind the bar as he thought he was alone.

politescoutrussell:

Russell watched carefully as the moth flew around, it seemed that no one had noticed just yet.

“Just call out when you’re ready, I’ll come back. I’m just gonna keep them distracted by talking to ‘em. They’re nice but we don’t want em seeing you.”

He stood carefully so that Patches could get out of his bag and get the stuff he wanted. He then made his way to the counter which wasn’t too far.

“Oh, Mister Anderson, you brought your kitty today, isn’t she beautiful?” The old lady sounded content to pet Misty for a moment. Misty purred, “is it your usual today, a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin?”

When the scout was keeping them occupied- Patches searched for a cinnabun roll in the lines of pastries. Smelling all of these fresh baked goods made him even more hungry. But he couldn’t collect all of them since he only had so much room in his backpack. 

His moth on the other hand was investigating the bakery by flying around it. Never being here before, they wanted to know what they could find. The moth landed near the counter where the scout was talking to the older ladies. 

Suddenly eureka! Patches found a nearly fresh baked bun. It looked so huge and puffy he couldn’t help himself by grabbing a piece and taking a bite out of it. 

It was literal heaven.

golden-gaze:

Just a nod to that? He’d expected some sort of offended objection to the notion of thanking his captor. Apparently he was pretty broken right now.

Might as well pick him up and get him off the window sill.

When the man reached over to pick up the curled up doctor who still didn’t seem to move- a tapping could be heard on the glass. What was ramming itself on the window one may ask? Just a house moth. However it was hitting the glass in the most uneven of tempos. Trying to create a grading sound. However the doctor was too sucked into their own self pity he didn’t notice.

guestsinhisworld:

It hurts too much to feel human.

He turned those words over in his head several times. It was quite a weighty statement and he found that it rang true in more ways than one. It applied both to feeling less than human and… to wanting to feel more. It held another meaning for someone who’d come crashing down hard after abusing power.

“Patches didn’t need to apologize. The Host understands.”

They tilted their head up at them when they said they understood. Patches couldn’t help to wonder how they did relate to him. Though he host didn’t have eyes and had the strange ability to know what was around him. His tears were halted for a moment with his face still embarrassingly flushed and his glasses fogged up. 

“You understand?”

golden-gaze:

As he listened to Patches, Derian seemed… bored, chin resting lazily in his hand. He legitimately lacked the ability to feel empathy, so the tears and the story didn’t move him. “Maybe you should be thanking me then.”

Deep down- he knew they wouldn’t care. Not a lot of people did. He was still quivering as they gripped his fuzzed up hair and nodded his head quietly as he was still smooched against his knees.