He really didn’t know what Patches intended to accomplish if he did successfully pry the fingers off of him. Noticing the renewed struggling though, he decided to make a point. He let go of him completely, allowing him to free fall for a split second before catching him in his other hand.
“AAA-”
He yelped when he fell, more so when he was caught in their clutches again.Patches ruffled inside the palm with flailing limbs. Looking up quite angry now. “Stop that!”
“It means activities done for amusement.” Very funny, Derian. Patches doesn’t want your sass. But a straight answer was apparently too much to ask for, probably because his idea of fun wasn’t a good one, usually being at other people’s expense.
Where he was was the neighborhood Derian lived in and they were now climbing up the steps to his apartment, as if he needed to be even higher off the ground. This also was clearly not the best part of town.
He nearly puked from being up so high and terrified to the bone. It was pretty obvious he didn’t like where this was going and now he was also angry that he wasn’t getting answers. Patches begun the struggle again- trying to pry the fingers off of him as now he just wanted off with his small hands trying to push away the fingers.
He glanced at his captive who very clearly looked to be very upset and also pretty freaked out. He had no sympathy to give him, however. “Look, it’s nothing personal. When I saw you behind that box I couldn’t help myself. I mean, look at you. You’re so small. I couldn’t just let you get away. So like I said, we’re going to have some fun.”
“And what does fun mean!?”
This was a dooise. He looked around desperately at his surroundings. Trying to look for a way out or something he can safely jump on without getting seriously hurt. Though it was hard as he felt sick to even peep down. Patches at this point wondered were he even was.
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Derian laughed with sadistic glee, turning on his heel and continuing on his way with Patches in tow. “Relax. We’re just going to have some fun.” He gave him a rather condescending pat on the head. He wasn’t aware of the healing aura, but it probably subconsciously only made him want to hold onto the medic more by making him feel good.
He didn’t think he’d ever get used to being hung above more than three feet off the ground. That was still true as he was getting horrendously dizzy from looking down. Not mention he was scared out of his mind. His heart was beating 30mph as he was horrified to move. Thinking they’d drop him. Patches looked up at his captor with tears welling up in his eyes. “What do you want from me?!”
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“So soon? You’re gonna hurt my feelings.” He was smiling way too wide now, like the metaphorical cat that caught the canary. He actually rather enjoyed the begging. But instead of complying, he stood up, only putting Patches further from the ground. “You should stick around for awhile.”
The higher he got the more he breathed heavily and squirmed. Now just horrified at that wide daunting smile. Patches felt like he was gonna get sick. Though while this was happening he was letting off the healing aura.
“NO PLEASE LET ME LEAVE-”
“Sure thing.”
Even if he didn’t quite know what exactly he was looking for, it didn’t take him too long to locate them and place one next to the medic. “Do you uh…also want a lift to wherever it is yer goin’ after yer done here?”
He really hoped he didn’t offend the guy by asking. Obviously having just met, he wasn’t sure if the medic was the type to easily get offended over being offered help.
“A-a lift?”
Patches was now hugging on the tissue right then. Sort of confused why anyone would want to help him to even get around this place. Sure it could be a ploy just to get captured but this guy seemed genuine. Tad strange but then again who is he to judge. The small doctor folded up the tissue like a blanket and put it in hs backpack along with the cotton ball.
“If it isn’t any trouble..”
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