politescoutrussell:

Misty let out another gleeful little meow. She had done it. She had managed to catch the little medic. Now she could do what she had been wanting to this entire.

She looked down at him with her big green eyes and then she slowly lowered her head. Before she started to lick his face and his hair, before rubbing her face against his tiny body and purring all the while.

So that was what she wanted to do.

Sweat beaded down his fore head. Was this the end for him? Being eaten by a giant fluffy monster? Patches closed his eyes and waited for the worst to happen….but he squeaked in a shock that it licked him. Even more so when it rubbed it’s face on him. “Vänta….. va?” He murmured. The purring did feel pretty nice but he was justso confused. What did humans do with cats again? Oh. 
Patches reached a hand out and petted down it’s nose. “G-good…kitty.”

golden-gaze:

Patches was definitely not wrong about him wanting a reaction. That was the entire reason playing with people was so much fun. He didn’t really connect with people on an emotional level he just did things to them and saw what they did in response. It was like they were all npcs and he was playing a video game.

He raised a skeptical eyebrow at Patches, clearly doubting whether he could suppress all his reactions. “How long do you think you can keep that up?” he asked, swirling the jar around. He was fully prepared to test his resolve.

He didn’t answer that as he was trying to be zen as possible. Though that was a bit thrown off as the jar started spinning. He gripped on the floor of the glass jar as he tried not to give him the satisfaction he wanted. They did started to feel sick from the turns but he puffed out his cheeks with air. Determined not to make a move.

guestsinhisworld:

The Host cracked a smile, a soft chuckle escaping him once Patches realized he couldn’t read the paper. “It isn’t finished anyway.” He paused for a moment, an idea coming to him. “…Though the Host wonders if Patches would ever like to learn how to read it.”

Patches felt really silly for trying to read something he never actually attempted to learn before.He turned around to face him and scratch the back of his head. “Learning?..Well I actually haven’t thought of that before. I may be interested but can I actually comprehend it with these?” He stuck out his tiny palms in front of him. Wiggling his tiny fingers.

politescoutrussell:

Misty was still hurrying. She had gone from a quick trot to a speedy gallop. She was determined to catch up. When she saw the medic run into the chair, she ran.

This was her chance. She wasn’t about to let it get away from her. She was quick to close the gap between them. She brought a paw up to the chair leg in an attempt to get the tiny man to slide back down and stop his ascent.

“AAH!” He yelped when the paw was right in his face- he let go in fear and descended down the leg and fell flat on his back. It hurt him as he wasn’t able to get up right away. Patches moaned as he opened his eyes to be face to face with the giant feline right above him. He was like a deer in the head lights as he could only shiver to the bone.

politescoutrussell:

Misty meowed again when she saw the medic running from her. She picked up her pace in order to chase him. This was a fun little game.

She started to gain more speed, hoping to catch up to this mysterious newcomer. She had a good feeling that she wouldn’t have to wait long. She knew this base like the back of her paws. She just kept following with the occasional meow.

The incoming roars from the giant cat made him turn his back back for a moment to see that it was getting closer. Before he had time to react accordingly however-

WHAM

He slammed into a chair leg. Patches fell over and moaned in pain. Though he knew the cat was coming for him and right away he got up and tried to climb the leg. Though he’d only be half way up when the feline arrived.

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What he mostly dreams about is strange- but comforting visions. Normally in the real world he’s nervous of approaching people or even hands. But in his dreams he seems to like getting smothered in affection by the giants around him. As weird as it may be, it could be a sign he craves recognition and comfort from his taller peers. But it may only stay true in his dreams.

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He actually is pretty bad at sewing and making clothes. It’s why he only has one outfit because he has to keep fixing the one he already had. However he didn’t make his inner shirt, pants and boots. Those were from an abandoned rag doll he found outside in the rain.