There was a window above the sink, the two issues being that it was closed and that they were on the third floor.

Derian continued to track Patches around the kitchen, shoving toppled items out of the way entirely. He then began to slam his fist down at the small medic.

As he got closer to the sink he had a moment of hope flash across his eyes. Though he was getting hounded by the fist when made him scream out in pure fear. When he got to the sink he literally hopped on the cold water knob and the neck of the sink itself to get to the window seal. However come to his horror it was closed and he slammed on the window. “Are you kidding me?!?”

“To be honest, ehehe, I think it’s because the trains need to prioritize what they should be bringing to Coldfront for the time being. Essentials more than anything else,” Russell said, as he gazed around for a moment.

No one had come yet. That was good. He had no idea what they might think of this situation.

“They might bring them back at some point, ehe,” he said, before he glanced down at his pocket, “I guess you if you don’t want to be seen, it could put you in my pocket, they’re real loose and I would move slowly so you wouldn’t get hurt.”

“Uh- well…yeah. “ He would hate to admit it- but it was true he really should hide from other humans who wouldn’t have any mercy for them. The moth on his shoulder decided to climb on the side of hi face and on the tuff of his hair. Though he did take her off gently and placed them in his arms. “I suppose you’re ri- oh Mothra- Mothra dear please- Ahem. right. …oh gosh I don’t think I’m worth all that trouble though.”

politescoutrussell:

Misty meowed and followed behind Russell, before she jumped up to sit on his shoulder. That seemed to be her favourite place in the world. It was warm, and she could also watch the small RED.

Russell stood for the moment. He was only planning to move once he got an answer to where the RED wanted to go.

He was silent for a moment.

“Sorry to disappoint yas, but we haven’t had cinnamon rolls served here for a while now, ehehe…” he admitted, before he gazed about, “Tell you what, there’s a Bakery near the base here, well, it’s in a small town. I could get you some pre-made ones, I know they do ‘em.”

He was completely devastated when they told him that cinnamon buns were no more. So the treat that made him actually happy to borrow seemed to have been banned entirely from both bases. Sure it would seem silly to most people but not to him. Patches though looked up at the scout when mentioning a bakery and grew a little nervous. “R-really? Well um. that sounds nice but I don’t go out that often…” As he said this his moth companion flew and clung to Patches’s shoulder. Seemingly not bothered by the scout.

golden-gaze:

The knife cut through Derian’s glove and into his skin, drawing blood, and he hissed at the sting. It wasn’t a particularly serious cut but at this point it was the principle of the matter. He looked to see where Patches had gone and rushed forward, stabbing the knife into the counter. Well that explained all the marks in his kitchen table.

That’s when he bolted. When the knife nearly hit him he just got on his feet and ran across the counter top. Pushing over things in his way to try to distract the monster trying to kill him. While doing that he was looking for a window to crawl out of to make his escape.

guestsinhisworld:

Host was actually having a similar experience to Patches. He wasn’t the most social person but was finding the medic’s presence thoroughly enjoyable and easy to handle. It was possible his size made him quieter and less imposing but his personality surely helped as well.

“The Host wouldn’t mind at all.” He reached around the medic and began to tap something out on his typewriter. The alphabet, as Patches would come to find out.

They spun around with one heel to see what they were typing. He walked a little bit closer to the paper and noticed that it was indeed the alphabet. Being in between someone’s arms while they were typing was sure an interesting sensation. “Thank you very much for showing me Mr. Host!”

golden-gaze:

Derian grinned triumphantly at having thwarted his plan to not react. “Really? Are you sure?” He pointed the tip of the knife at Patches, “I haven’t even given you the point yet.” Yes, he just made a pun in threat form. Truly he had no shame.

Now he was all they way back on their fingertips as the knife was heading towards them. He was totally going to die there if he stayed wasn’t he? He was hyperventilating and looked at the counter right below them. He didn’t want to die and he was now down to his last resort.

Before jumping off backwards onto the counter- he reached out his hands to the tip of the knife,

and slammed it down.

PSA

rendezvousaveclamort:

rendezvousaveclamort:

To all my mutuals: in lieu of Tumblr now showing who is active and who is not, please know that I do not:
– expect a reply back to our thread if you are on
– expect a reply to our ooc chat if you are on
– expect you to acknowledge my existence

I do expect you to enjoy yourself, do whatever is comfortable, and forget that stupid status is even there.

I love my followers and mutuals. Please do not feel obligated to answer me. Not now. Not ever.

Please pass this along to help people who have anxiety over this change. Please. No one needs that. Not on Tumblr. Not anywhere.

Lookie what I found.

YOU CAN TURN IT OFF! Go to Settings. It’s like almost half way through the page!

politescoutrussell:

“I mean, it’s just a job really. We’re not paid to hate each other outside of battles, ehehehe,” he continued for a moment. He waited and Misty meowed again, as if she was trying to sound encouraging.

“Ehehe, I won’t,” he said, before he straightened up with the medic in his hand. He curled his fingers, just to offer the doctor a slight barrier against falling.

“Where did you want to go? To the RED base or to a teleporter to get you outta Coldfront? Or just somewhere else?” he then asked.

He wobbled a bit when brought off of the ground and into the air. Thinking it would be best for balance he sat down in the scout’s palm. Patches didn’t want to look over the edge but did so to wave to the mercyful feline from below with a smile before looking back to the scout. Patches thought long and hard about this. But the craving was just too much.

“Well actually…I have to be honest….I am not lost in your base.” He sat up and made nervous gestures with his arms.

“Our kitchen at the base I stay at…the kitchen doesn’t serve cinnamon rolls anymore. “
He then proceeded to put his hands on his face in SHAME.

guestsinhisworld:

He touched his finger to one of the outstretched hands, feeling the size of it, then touched the manuscript for comparison’s sake. “A palm could substitute for a finger tip. Or if not, Patches would still be able to see the bumps.”

When the giant author touched his palms he realized- he’s letting a human touch his hands. They did start to ask themselves why he felt so trustworthy to this man he literally just met. Patches was never like this before. Perhaps was it because the host was blind so it made feel like he wasn’t in the spotlight much? They thought too much about this as he left his arms there when he was already done measuring them. They blushed and put his hands downs to his sides with a snap. “T-t-true uhm. Then yeah I’d love to learn it. If it isn’t too much trouble..”

politescoutrussell:

He kept his arm and hand still. It only faltered a little due to being stretched out so far away from him. He looked back at the small medic. Misty meowed, as though consumed about what was actually happening.

“Uh, no, ehehe, I’m not,” he only said awkwardly, before he shrugged his shoulders, “There’s no battle going on, so there’s not any point, is there? We’re all people under the uniforms, not just a colour, ehehe…”

And the scout considered him a person too? That was a surprise to him. He looked up at the scout and down at the fingers who were still waiting for him to hop on.Though he was just as skittish as a mouse he did give in. It’s not like he had any chance of getting out anyways. “Uhm…Ok-okay I’ll trust your judgement just…please don’t drop me.” He then started to climb onto his hand.