@Elder-God-Whisper
Patch chuckles. “So am I. I can go get something for you to eat so you can get a little more sleep. You look tired. What would you like?” She asks, gently rubbing his back in small circles.
Patch chuckles. “So am I. I can go get something for you to eat so you can get a little more sleep. You look tired. What would you like?” She asks, gently rubbing his back in small circles.
"Anything…" He mumbles softly, shutting his eyes as he slowly dozes again. He takes a quiet breath, settling down a little as he relaxes into her gentle assurances. He actually felt safe for once in his life, even though he was surrounded by killers.
Asher enters the house, looking around. "Probably should've asked for directions yesterday." he muttered and walked into the center of the room. "This place is very spacious." he comments as he stops and just stands in the middle of the room.
Patch smiled at the sleeping figure next to her, then crawled out of the warm bed. She rifled through her bags and found a hair brush. She swiped it through her hair a few times, then tied it into a messy bun. Then she grabs her mask and map off the floor. She checked Tino one least time, then headed out into the hallway. She easily navigated with the map to the foyer. As she was looking at the map for the directions to the kitchen, she heard the front door open and close. So far she hadn’t encountered any other people, but when she looked up, there was the kid…Asher she though it was? He was mumbling to himself. She gave him a small wave, then started heading for where the map said the kitchens are. She arrived in a very large kitchen. Every cupboard was labeled with what the contents of it were. She dashed around the kitchen, gathering things to cook.
i love how everyone refers to Asher as "Boy" when he is in fact 23…//
It makes me laugh//
(Yeah, sorry, he acts more like an insane child, so I keep forgetting that he’s older. I’ll call him “the guy” from now on. Sorry.)
No, its fine! he looks like he's like 14…. most likely my faullt. His atual race is a fey so this type of fey never looks older, they find an age and just stop ageing//
(Cool. Do you want to contribute to the current role play situation, or should I continue with Patchwork’s point of view?)
I have no clue what im doing so its up to you//
Tino still slept, his breathing slow and steady. He rested peacefully, not scared anymore. He wasn't sure what else to do other than sleep since Patch had left and he had no possessions to call his own. He hums softly under his breath as he looks up at the ceiling before looking back down and curling up under the blankets.
Any idea's for what Asher should to do?//
(Well, Patch just waved at him, so if you want Asher to act on that, I’m good with that. If you want Asher to keep doing his own thing, that’s cool too.)
I mean, all he's doing is being lost so i suppose he could follow her..//
Asher saw the girl from earlier wave at him, so he did the only logical explanation. He ran after her to get directions…. And food, the squirrel he ate earlier just wasn't that filling.
Patchwork was flipping pancakes when Asher burst in. “Hey”, she said as she tossed some bacon into a frying pan. “Need something?”
"Directions." He said, then added "I didn't get directions last night." Asher mutters shamefully, fidgeting with his fingers. The fingers, though not easily noticed, had blood underneath the nails.
He takes a breath and looks around, peeping through the closet. What should he do? He takes a breath, humming quietly as he does so. He takes a breath, searching for a sketchpad of some sort.
(Yo Broken-Bleu, have him check Patch’s bags. She has a couple in there because she likes to use them for drawing clothes designs.)
Patch drew out her map. “Here. I pretty much memorized what I need from it, and also, Slenderman said that if you get lost, you just need to spin around left twice, step forward, and then step backwards, then you’ll get transported here.” She dished up the large amounts of food then frowned. “Crap, I made too much again.” Then she looked up at Asher. “Do you want some? Otherwise some of goes in a trash and then it’s just a waste.”
Tino continues to look around and takes a breath, shaking his head. He hesitates, looking around. He sees Patch's bags, curiosity taking over him. He hums in thought before walking towards it slowly.
"Thanks, and sure!" he says, his stomach growling at the sight of food. "I just realized how small squirrels are." he mutters absentmindedly.
Patch chuckled as she scooped up the two plates that are hers and Tino’s. “Yeah, I know. They’re not very filling in the slightest. Of course the ones I managed to get were babies. A hawk had already gotten the parents.” Then she walked out. She headed back to her shared room quickly despite the confusing twists and turns.
"Humans are more appetizing, though i couldn't find any last night." He says, grabbing a plate and putting a bunch of food on it. Not caring whether or not she heard him. Asher sat down on the floor, not seeing any chairs, and started shoveling food in his mouth.
Patch heard him. “Their blood is anyway.” She murmured. She arrived at the bedroom. She shifted around a bit before she managed to free a hand to open the door. She saw Tino digging through her bags. “Oh, hey. You’re up! I got you some pancakes, bacon, eggs, and some hot chocolate.” She set the plates down on the table that was probably originally there for anyone who came to the library back when it was one.
Asher is just a small bloodthirsty elf//
(Understandable. Patchwork has to drink human blood once a week to survive.)
Have you read Shadwhunters? if you have, Asher is pretty mmuch all the fey.//
(Lol. Shadow hunters was the one series that started with”City of Bones” or something?)
Yeah, the fey are pretty much imortal beings that are very good minipulators.//
(Oh, ok. I only read the first book. It wasn’t really to my liking… yet.)
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