icangiveyouanything:

He was trying to keep a cool head despite his lack of experience with being blind, to act like nothing was wrong. He may not have been the best at this but he didn’t need to act like he was new. Fake it til you make it, after all.

“Patches should have said something sooner. The Host would have happily made him some.”

It was all going fine until he accidentally touched the hot stove and let out a yelp of pain.

Patches immediately stood up when he heard Host’s yelp, rushing to the edge of the table. Sadly he couldn’t just walk over to where Host was as he was stuck on a very high tabletop. 

“Oh-oh gosh are you okay?? Come here let me see it!!”

icangiveyouanything:

Oh.

“The Host just needed to get something first.” He slid his hand across the Host’s desk and found an abandoned mug. “He remembered he left this here and thought he’d bring it to the sink.” Smooth recovery, Dark.

And it was back up the stairs he went, trying his best not to trip now that both of his hands were occupied. At least he’d figured out which direction to turn for the kitchen by this point.

He sat Patches on the first flat surface he found and went about the adventure of making tea while new to being blind.

The frustrating thing is he knew it was within Host’s power to speak the tea into existence, but also knew that wasn’t how the man tended to do things. If Dark had been in his body, in his home, he would’ve just snapped his fingers and had this all taken care of…

Upon being laid down on the counter, Patches sat up on the counter and had his legs crossed. He seemed to be beaming in happiness as this was his highlight of the day. So he was watching as Host was trying to make tea. It was a little weird that he seemed to be a bit wonky with it but he assumed that was because Host just got out of bed. 

“Goodness I haven’t had tea in ages. You know back at the base they are really-really secure with locking up stuff like that. “

He mumbled something about damning baby locks on the cabinets. 

icangiveyouanything:

He allowed himself to chuckle, smiling as Patches climbed into his hands and he stood back up to make his way down the rest of the steps. He slipped into his role naturally. He’d always been good at mimicry.

“Maybe Patches can tell the Host about his day over some tea?” Host liked tea, he was fairly certain of that. Now where was the kitchen? Best figure it out quickly.

He ran the narration through his head rapidly. How did Host sort through all this information? He didn’t care what color the walls were he needed to know where the- ah there it was!

He was straight up buying the act- Nothing seemed off and he was just content with being in his hands. Patches was basically smothering Host’s thumb as they made their way down the stairs. 

Wait- he wants to know how his day went? Patches perked up and stuttered a bit as he wasn’t prepared for this. “Uh- su-sure! I like tea.” Patches never had tea in a literal decade but Host didn’t need to know that. The little man however was confused on where Host was going. 

“Uh..isn’t your kitchen upstairs?”

icangiveyouanything:

The medic sounded so happy to see Host. Obviously he had never seen Patches act like that. It was like he was a different person. These two were undoubtedly very close.

Dark made his way down the stairs carefully, a hand on the wall as he whispered quiet narration to himself, trying to put all of his practice earlier to good use to not step on Patches.

“The Host apologies. He got off to a late start today.” He crouched when he reached the step the other was on, holding out his hands. At the very least, handling smaller people was something he had extensive experience with.

“The Host hopes Patches is well today.”

His eyes lit up as Host approached, not only did he get to be in his soft palms but also he didn’t have to climb the stairs any longer! Patches didn’t think anything of it when Host opted to give Patches his hands rather than gently grabbing him like always and he hopped into he ‘Host’s’ hands. 

“Bra, It’s been a looongg day at work but I was able to relax afterwards~” 

He chippered up as he looked towards Host’s thumb and promptly reached out to hug it while rubbing his cheek on it. 

“And there’s nothing wrong with sleeping in! besides, more sleep is healthy!” 

icangiveyouanything:

Dark had spent the time since he’d woken up just trying to collect himself and figure out Host’s powers, how to navigate and the like. It was all a little overwhelming—all at once he now had to adjust to being human, being blind, and having an unfamiliar ability that plagued his every thought. But he was nothing if not persistent.

He’d managed to get dressed in Host’s signature attire, as well as apply new bandages.

He was going to need to figure out how to right this but with powers like Host’s it shouldn’t be too out of reach. He couldn’t rush in unprepared though.

But then an unexpected variable through itself in the mix.

As he sat there mumbling through narration, trying to sort it, a new source of information stuck through. It was Patches.

Looks like it was time to put his acting skills to use.

The door at the top of the stairs opened and “Host” emerged. “Patches?”

He really-really hated taking the stairs. Patches was already tuckered out as he was only half way up. Patches was working on crawling up another step when he heard the door open with an angelic voice calling for him. 

In a second, Patches arm reached up and he managed to pull himself up as he smiled brightly. He was just so happy to see him like always and never once thought anything was aloof. 

The little doctor raised his hand upwards. “Hi!!” He managed to squeak out as he stood up on the step. He had to pause to take a few breaths. “I didn’t see you down there so..hah.”