#i love my search history when in sizey moods my fbi agent is probably so confused

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GT July - Caught

I knew what everybody else was going to do for this prompt, but decided to mix it up rather than post the ol' First Meeting trope

(It works out well because tomorrow's prompt…)

Word Count: 600

Character bios in my pinned post.

CWs: None that I can think of at all.

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How long could she go without mentioning it? Clearly Patch hasn't said anything, but he has to know that she knows, right? Maybe it's not… as weird for him? Is she being insensitive?

Mel tried to bring it up gently a few times, asking him about his little pulleys he'd set up. Except for the… odd material choice, it was actually pretty detailed. It only made sense, as the small creature had been working on it for practically the entire month he had been here. It was a platform, almost like a cable car, stretching from the countertop where his outlet room was, to the floor. Supporting it was an almost impressive amount of engineering, considering it was mostly made of office supplies and a few nails. And…

Okay, I have to at least ask him, Melody thought as she walked into the kitchen. "Hey, Patch, are you around? Do you have a minute?"

They knew from the light outside his room that he was home, but it was still polite to ask. She could hear rattling around in his room, before he showed up, a strange guilty expression on his face.

"Listen, I need to ask you about something that's bothering me. Nothing wrong! You're not in trouble! Just, uh…" Melody stammered, trying to think of the words.

"So… I know you like to, y'know… find your little materials wherever you can. And that's fine! I support that, and I support you. I've even ignored it when you take stuff from me, you know?"

Mel could tell by the nervous look her tiny roommate was giving that he had an idea where this was going. They took a deep breath and composed themself before getting to the point. "But dude, we gotta talk about my hairbrush, though. Really?"

Patch instantly got nervous, eyeing the rope he had installed recently. He turned to Melody and gave his best look of fake confusion and a shrug, to her amusement. For as long as she has known him, Patch has worn his heart on his sleeve, he couldn't lie to save his life.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Patch. Unless you just happened to find rope in my exact hair color? After my brush mysteriously cleaned itself? Is there really… you could have like… asked me for help, or… something. There are materials that would be so much better… and less… from my body?"

Mel seemed to be at a loss for words, which was unfortunate since she usually had enough words for the both of them. Patch was nervously fidgeting with one of his ears, completely flustered as he realized that Melody must consider this a faux pas of some sort. Finally, the human awkwardly spoke again.

"Listen, I gotta head out to work… but look, I… don't feel like you have to take everything down, I don't want you to destroy all of your hard work, just… going forward…?"

After a second that felt like a year, they both nodded in an awkward agreement at this compromise. "Cool, I'll… see you later, then."

Melody went off to work, and Patch resumed his renovations to Mel's counter, considering what changes would be needed to uninstall the current ropes and find a substitute that would offend his roommate less. Later that evening, Melody wordlessly placed two rolls of dental floss by Patch's little improvised door. One the classic white, and one a teal color, reminiscent of her hair color.

#oc tag: patch #oc tag: mel #patchwork melody #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t ocs #g/t writing #gtjuly #fun fact! apparently you can actually make ropes from human hair and they actually have an impressive tensile strength. #i love my search history when in sizey moods my fbi agent is probably so confused