@askborrowermedic

No matter how stealthy the tiny medic may have been trying to be, Host was aware of the presence in his library from the moment he walked in, or maybe several moments before that. He just hadn’t said anything yet, not wanting to scare the small visitor off. He was ‘watching’ him though, by way of the narration in his head telling him what he was doing and about to do.

Now he hit the jack pot. They haven’t had the chance to read in over five years. With a hook he climbed up on the shelves as he could already smell the pages. There didn’t seem to be anyone around either so it was like was free to do whatever. When he reached the third shelf he started looking about the binds- wondering how he was even going to open one.

Who is the most scary mercenary?

“I tend to stay away from the blue team as far as possible.”

Oh yeah almost forgot! I updated the about page to replace the older picture and added personality to it.

I finally stopped being lazy and made an actual reference (at least for color). This should help to keep on model. I might do his “without coat” outfit later but for right now I am just tried.

golden-gaze:

He wasn’t gripping Patches so the medic was able to jump out of his hand, which thankfully was a survivable distance from the ground since he was sitting on the floor. Though Derian immediately attempted to grab him again. “Hey, come on. You can’t just tell someone something like that and not give a demonstration.”

A yank tugged on the back of Patches’s lab coat. He screamed and was hyped full of adrenaline to not get into that horrible giant’s hands again. Quickly Patches unbuttoned his coat and slipped out to run. He lost his coat and gloves as he dashed for the couch.

This is why you don’t give @eldritchsales a shrink/growth ray gun.

I drew this thing when me and @dr-flug-scientist , @eldritchsales and @icangiveyouanything playing poker… in character.

~~I still don’t know how to play correctly quq~~

golden-gaze:

Derian was sitting cross-legged on the floor at this point, propping himself up with his elbow on his knee and his face rested on his fist while he watched the medic in his hand. That smile was still on his face.

“Can you heal yourself?” Patches, it might not be the best idea to answer that question.

“Yeah-” His face went pale. Shaking as he looked up at them with pure fear as he realized what was going to happen next. “no…NonONONONO-” Without thinking first- he attempted to jump and squirm out of his capture’s hand.

golden-gaze:

Derian was just watching him blabbing with a very amused look on his face, apparently finding his desperate attempts to come up with a reason why he was useful to be entertaining. Though there was one thing he said that admittedly sparked his curiosity. “You can heal people, huh?”

“Ye-Yeah!! It’s really quick and easy, no surgery required…and yeah..” Patches fell silent- he actually wondered if he was going to get out of there and alive. He sniffled, “Just please let me live.”

Favorite song/Music genre?

~It’s not unusual to go out at any time
But when I see you out and about it’s such a crime
If you should ever want to be loved by anyone
It’s not unusual it happens every day no matter what you say ~

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In some fantasy universe somewhere- Patches would be a dust dragon totally not a thing the mun randomly came up with. He’s skin would be like leather and his wings/tail/mane are condensed fur. He’d be hiding in kitchens/food storage to survive and hoards silver wear. Their breath would more or less heal wounds so he is better off avoiding battle than fighting.