golden-gaze:

Derian barely reacted to Patches falling off the table, which in itself showed how little he actually cared. If the medic had died he would have been disappointed at best.

When he saw him running across the floor though he stood and went after him. Naturally, he didn’t have to move very fast to be able to catch up with him.

A shadow loomed over him as he made it to a kitchen cabinet. He had the courage to look up for a moment before yelping. For as being fast as a mouse- this guy was quick to jump the gun. Before even thinking Patches dove into the cabinets.

golden-gaze:

He chuckled at the rather defensive answer. “Are you sure about that? Standing that close to the edge might not be a very smart idea…” After saying that, he quite intentionally bumped the table.

“aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”
The bump was strong enough to push him over the edge and he nearly fell to his presumed death- though he did catch onto the leg of the table in a jerk motion. Hanging from it was he was hyper ventilating again. He had to get out of there. Patches slid down the table leg and made a run for it.