Time to talk (Closed rp)

guestsinhisworld‌:

The whole situation was rather unusual. Patches wanting to meet in public? That was unexpected and he couldn’t help but worry something serious was going on.

He was quick to respond when he got the message though. As much as he really wasn’t a very big fan of public spaces, he definitely wasn’t going to stand Patches up.

He was at the park now, trying to find his partner while simultaneously trying to keep to himself.

A large monstrous squirrel sniffed at a shivering Patches- him trying to back up as the beast drew closer to him as it’s sniffs were getting intense. Chuckling like some clown and bit at the acorn shaped head.

It scrapped his hair as the little doctor screamed and scrambled to the top of the bench as the hairy monster chased after him.

Time to talk (Closed rp)

@guestsinhisworld

Being out and about like this was unorthodox for this borrower- just sitting out in plain sight with his tiny feet dangling off the edge of the denigrating park bench- anxiously peeling the red paint off of the wood.

He really hoped they got his message. It’s been a while since he actually could write anything. Plus he didn’t have the biggest handwriting in the world so he hoped that Host would understand it…

Patches perked up when a squeak blared from the side of him.

oh no.

icangiveyouanything‌:

Patches was very small to the dragon, but Dark wasn’t kidding about being able to smell him.

The beast moved around the cave slowly, trying to sniff out the intruder he knew was around somewhere. He’d heard the soft clink of coins from him running as well.

“You can’t hide from me… No one can.” Patches was probably keenly aware of the dragon’s head passing right over his hiding place.

The hyperventilating only got worse and much more loud before he had to forcibly shove his hands on his mouth to quiet down as he felt the dragon loom over the goblet. Tears were falling down his face and his body either had to go into flight or fight mode..

and like a real hero-

he chose flight.

Patches bolted from the goblet with a clunk and tried to make a mad dash to the entrance of the cave while screaming for his life.

icangiveyouanything‌:

There was a clinking sound when Patches tripped which wasn’t much but he managed to knock a coin loose which bounced down the pile and hit a plate with a clang.

The snoring stopped. Everything was quiet for a painstakingly long moment before the mountain of scales began to shift. The beast’s head lifted, piercing red eyes looking around in the cave, though he didn’t spot Patches. The ground shook as he got to his feet.

“Has a little intruder found their way into my cave? I know you’re here, I can smell your fear…”

Oh he messed up.

Pretty terribly.

The price gasped for air silently as he tried to run through the moving pile of coins- going into a full on sprint as he heard the dragon spoke menacingly. He was afraid out of his mind of course and needed to get out of there asap.

In a split second decision he hopped right into a golden goblet to try to hide from the creature, hyperventilating.

icangiveyouanything‌:

Patches had just made a grave mistake.

It looked like a normal cave at first, until he continued to make his way inside and found that there was… treasure in it? Now that didn’t seem so bad, pretty amazing actually, unless you stopped to think about how all this could be here and not be swept away by eager scavengers.

The answer came in the form of ebony black scales with a certain red and blue sheen to them when they caught light, curled around a pile of gold. That and the rumbling sound of an enormous creature’s snores.

The sight of the gold had widened his eyes as he gazed over the literal city of gold- from his perspective anyways. His curiosity grew a bit strong as he made his way through the cave wondering who was leaving all this gold around. Obviously Patches can’t pick up any of it- besides he’s already a prince… well used to be anyways.

His curiosity got snapped in half though as he noticed a large..breathing? wall of scales that was on the horizon. He realized what it was from the temperature rising in the room and he gasped- trying to sneak away but managed to trip over a ring that was sticking out of the pile.

icangiveyouanything:

@askborrowermedic

There was a very large cave in the side of a mountain which tended to provoke curiosity from less wary explorers but those who knew better avoided it like the plague. Many a tale had been told that anyone who entered the cave never came back out.

There was a good reason for that. That cavern was the home of a fearsome dragon and its hoard, and said dragon wasn’t exactly known for its hospitality.

The beast was sleeping currently, but that could change very soon.

It’s been about three days- Three days of nonstop traveling from the royal castle. Though it hasn’t been quite the most quickest of travels as the young prince who was going on this expedition was quite short in stature.

Six inches short to be exact.

Patches huffed as he nearly toppled over from exhaustion, making sure his crown didn’t fly off of his head. He then felt water drop on his head…he huffed in irritation mixed with exhaustion and really needed a place to stay to wait for the rain to pass.

Luckily- there was a cave nearby that he strolled on into…thinking it was a normal cavern.

What is this? It’s a friendship bracelet that’s woven threads! Each string is a different color and it even has a couple of miss sorted beads. Patches is sort of lifting it up offering it to Russel while hiding his face a bit. “H-happy birthday!”

pushspacetocontinue:

Russell can’t help but smile at that. That’s so sweet. He gently kneels down.

“You made this for me?” he asks, “Thank you, Patches. That’s real kind of yas.” He’s completely sincere as he gently takes it and ties it around his wrist, “Look, it fits perfectly.”

He seems happy with it. The smile stays on his face the whole time.

“Do you want some rugelach? An old friend of mine sent some to me. It’s the least I can do for you.”

Patches smile grew bigger when Russel seemed to really like his gift. His feet here stomping on the ground out of giddiness.

“Ofcourse! You’ve been such a good friend and… well had to do something for your 25th!” Don’t ask how Patches knows that- he is after all always running amok in the walls.

Patches tilted his head like a curious bird and blinked- “Oh really? Uh sure! You don’t owe me any favors though ha..”

A large, round man with the most ridiculous mustache Patches has ever seen, quite rudely picks up the tiny medic by his back leg, leaving him suspended in the air by his foot. The man puts a finger to his chin and muses. “Hmmmm, quite interesting! I’ve never seen a human this size before! I wonder if it could power one of my Badniks!…” he muses, scratching his chin as his cranes away from Patches. ((wow, rude much? You didn’t even acknowledge he’s basically a human, buttnik.))

Patches screamed frantically when his leg was snatched up and lifted. His hair was all dangled around with his glasses knocked askew. He wiggled frantically not knowing who the heck this guy thought he was.

“L-let me go I beg of you!!!”

🐜(lol)

silvertonguedmonster‌:

silvertonguedmonster:

What’s this? Derian has somehow been shrunk to half an inch tall! (Because you gotta be really small to be tiny to Patches).

Patches probably never normally had to be careful not to step on someone, but here we are with Derian having to scramble out of the borrower’s path.

He closed one eye as Patches pushed on his cheek. There was something incredibly awkward about this whole situation, like something unspoken was hanging over it.

If he had to guess, it was probably Patches’ hatred of him.

“Uh, sure…” That had to be the most threatening invitation to hang out, especially punctuated by that squeeze.

He glanced around the area he’d been brought to. “Is this where you live?” he asked, barely hiding the disbelief in his tone.

There was defiantly something off with Patches, It was like he was suddenly experiencing a whole new emotion. Though that wasn’t exactly accurate- he didn’t know anyone that he actually hated.

Until now.

When he entered the wall there were only a few things scattered around like some blankets, small trinkets and even a sizable box of clothes. Patches’ eye twitched when Derian asked.

“A-at the moment. I don’t have access to my tools right now but I think we can make do.” He was defiantly trying to sound threatening.

He then sat down on one of the blankets.

🐜(lol)

silvertonguedmonster‌:

silvertonguedmonster:

What’s this? Derian has somehow been shrunk to half an inch tall! (Because you gotta be really small to be tiny to Patches).

Patches probably never normally had to be careful not to step on someone, but here we are with Derian having to scramble out of the borrower’s path.

Bony and weak? Excuse you Patches, he is lean muscle. Though to be fair, he probably felt pretty weak right now with how ineffective his struggles were. But it’s not his fault he’s half and inch tall right now.

Or maybe it is, who knows.

He was just waiting in suspense to see what Patches was going to come out with next as he stared back at that huge pair of glasses.

He raised an eyebrow at the comment. He probably should’ve seen that coming though considering he tried to keep the medic as a pet that one time.

“Keep me…? I don’t know, I really don’t think I’d make a good pet-”

“No. No you wouldn’t. “

With that implication of Derian being a plaything- Patches started to use one of the fingers that was holding his captive and started to push a little of Derian’s cheek. Even if Patches had tried to keep a dead pan expression his anger from seeing Derian was boiling rage within him.

Since he had no home to go to- he was walking towards a hole in the wall to where all the remaining stuff he had that survived the fire.

“I just think we could… hang out for a while.”

He gave Derian a light squeeze.