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It was crowded, and he was a bit nervous about being caught by the wrong kind of people. However, the atmosphere was cheerful and hopeful. People were friendly to one another, standing in solidarity. 

He had been complimented multiple times on his tattoo, shown off by his choice to wear a tank top, his mask (a rainbow-coloured masquerade one in the shape of a moth), and his sign (“Let’s get one thing straight because I’m not.”). It seemed to be a fairly easy-going event. 

However, it was the small figure that caught his attention, running among the feet of the many participants. Was that… was that Patches?

He honestly didn’t expect someone like Patches to be here, not with his small size and all.

Russell knelt down and held his hand out. Thankfully. no one seemed to notice.

“Patches? That you?” who else would it be, Russell? “Quick, over here.” 

“All right… just hang on…” Russell said. He gently moved his hand to sit Patches comfortably inside of it as he stood up again. 

He moved to the area he had just described. It was quieter and they were less people. He sat down in the shade, before taking his mask off and setting it on the grass beside him.

“Ehehe… I’m sorry you went through that, I can go get if you want,” he offered, before he glanced back. Yeah, for someone like Patches, it was no doubt scary, “I’ll explain.”

He fidgeted.

“It’s… it’s a pride event. Basically, people who are gay, or lesbians, bisexuals, transgender… I think that’s the term… gather to like, stand in solidarity and celebrate each other, and like, say we’re proud to be who we ware, even if the bigger people out there might not agree.” 

He hoped that was a good explanation.  

Once they were out of public eye, surprisingly no one noticed a tiny man getting a free ride in a secure palm, Patches lifted his head and looked up at Russell with a relieved look on his face.  

However before he could say thank you the scout already wanted to explain to Patches what this whole event was even about. The more that the scout explained the more Patches eyes lit up. 

“Gosh I- really?? that’s a thing?? I- I thought that..huh.” 

Patches worldview may have been a tad sheltered. Not that he was raised to hate, but he had always worried about letting people know that he might of loved men just as much as women. Though the more controversial part in his identity was something…different. or at least he assumed it was different and that no one else in the world felt like him. It really did feel like he was the only guy in the world who was never interested in sex in the slightest. 

“Probably have been in that dinky medical box for too long Aha~ It’s actually…amazing how these people are so brave in expressing themselves like this. “

He then gasped. 
 
“Oh! Russell are you?…”

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It was crowded, and he was a bit nervous about being caught by the wrong kind of people. However, the atmosphere was cheerful and hopeful. People were friendly to one another, standing in solidarity. 

He had been complimented multiple times on his tattoo, shown off by his choice to wear a tank top, his mask (a rainbow-coloured masquerade one in the shape of a moth), and his sign (“Let’s get one thing straight because I’m not.”). It seemed to be a fairly easy-going event. 

However, it was the small figure that caught his attention, running among the feet of the many participants. Was that… was that Patches?

He honestly didn’t expect someone like Patches to be here, not with his small size and all.

Russell knelt down and held his hand out. Thankfully. no one seemed to notice.

“Patches? That you?” who else would it be, Russell? “Quick, over here.” 

Russell allowed Patches to come over. He had been almost afraid the doctor would run away from him with the mask he wore. He breathed a sigh of relief when Patches recognised him and ran to his hand. 

Cripes, he was completely terrified. He shook so much, Russell could feel it in his hands.

“It’s okay… it’s okay…” he only said, “Let’s get somewhere a bit quieter and then I can explain what’s going on…”

It would also give Patches a chance to calm down before Russell thought about helping him get home. He glanced over, eyeing a bench that was a short distance away from the main crowds. 

“Let’s go sit there, okay? I’ll carry you,” he offered, only planning to do so if Patches was okay with that. 

“Please do!!!” 

He squealed out. For the first time in his life he was just shoving himself into someone’s hands. There was so many loud noises and cheering- he really couldn’t tell if it was a celebration or a crowd of people screaming at something. Not to mention the colors that were swirling around. Was the outside world always like this?

“I-I was just trying to get something and-and ran into this crowd!!”

He yelped as he held on to one of the scout’s fingers. Patches must really, really trust you Russell.