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Caught off guard! "I... er, no, I just... Well, a bed's going to be way too big, isn't it?" Oh, practicality versus comfort! But for someone barely as big as a cat? "And it'd get dirty. I'm fine with just a pillow and a box, really! It'll make things easier to wash later, right?" No, why was he the one getting flustered over this? "I'll wash them myself, if that's what you're worried about. Just um... A pair of gloves should suffice. I'll cut the fingers out so they'll last longer." Very confused and very determined nodding. And yes, completely missed the point yet again. "I'll pull my own weight around here regardless, so no need to clean up after me." That pout, so full of stoic pride, hiding the nagging notion that yes he would be bored out of his mind now that ops were on hold yet again.

But for the rest of it, he let her have her hug, with that blank, dumbfounded look. Why? Praying hard that she had not gotten her senses whirled around too much, and silent gratitude to whoever that decided to inform her. Must be a guardian angel, who else would be so kind? Or so naive. He should really get a phone. "Okay. Just be careful. I'd hate to see you get into any trouble because you're looking for me." Not like he'd quit with that line either. Two people, repeating the same things over and over at each other, how was this care again? "And um, if you really have to go in there again, please do inform me first." So he could deliver a stern warning to the rest of the staff to not mess with her? Oh, so protective! Wrong kind of protective.

Finishing up his spoonful - he only took less than a couple of scrapes, what is this? - He clapped the lid back on and stared at the spoon. Right, her house had no sterilizer. So no chucking it into the dishwasher and waiting a while for it to cool. How did she wash the library the last time he had been here, anyway? Speaking of the library. ".... Um, the rabbits don't come in here, do they? Or the cats?" Yeah, like he'd wanted to be piled on by a large bundle of fluff. And forgetting that they can and would anyway. At least, the rabbits.

"And roll off onto the blanket," he quipped, nodding sarcastically. "I somehow won't manage to get lost in sheets while I'm asleep either." This stupid, tiny size! "I'll just.... um...." Dropping off the edge of the table and waddling over to a corner of her room should work, there. "I'll borrow this corner for the time being. Like being in a can again, but with voice and response. Same way that I won't occupy much space or require much care." But a coffee now and then wouldn't hurt, oh no. And he could just walk downstairs to get some! Or fall out the window, that could work too, if he could climb up there.... somehow...

Technically, the recipe was enough space, ample amounts of sugar and undisturbed solitude for.... let's see, to replace all the spilt material, a month. Double that time if he was going to have to put regenerating on hold for people walking around, and since she knows he's here, perhaps the longest amount of time alone would be the length of the longest time she can keep herself at work, and even then there was still an empty socket. But it made him feel bad, to be essentially kicking her out of her own bedroom for the good part of a day, whether it was a coffeeshop easily found but perhaps not so easily suspected or a house capable of running away. The amount totaled to... "... Quite some time, I suppose," he muttered, face slightly red. The world of difference repairing himself in a closed room with no onlookers versus an apartment with another occupant. "Though um, it should be gradual, even with yes, it's the sugar. There will be no sudden shooting out of nowhere, so not to worry." Unless she found a dead body somewhere near the area. Then maybe a worry, and maybe a little further away from the floor compared to the previous day.

And his immediate reaction was "N-No! You don't have to!" All of a sudden he was in danger again! In danger of being piled on and drowning in rabbits. Now it was his turn to pout! All the pouting a diminutive imp could do. Half the frosty glare too, so many discounts! "If you bring them over you'll have to wash all of them. And wash your hands. Or I'll wash them for you." Squeaky voice hardly making that sound like a threat. Like it ever was, now without access to his coat pockets and the scrubbing brushes. "And your arms. And wherever else my head banged into." Back to the stern, stubbornly hygienic doctor she knew, eh?

"Not too nice, if they don't stand up to sterilizing much. That way if they really end up falling apart, then you wouldn't have wasted much." The only person what would ask for the basic things and be happy with them. But he could endure hugs for that. Yeah. A recovery place, undisturbed, hugs and companionship was a good enough compensation, he supposed.

She must be quite the busy lady, going on a trip again. "Business trip this time, is it? Would bringing me along be too distracting that way?" She'd have to worry about not losing this tiny fella in a crowd, or have to explain to her business partners why she had a dead curious doll in her bag, or save him from equally curious animals or customs officers, so on and so forth. "Funny, in both times it's only one eye that gets to go on the trip," he muttered darkly to himself.

Did he really want to know if she had been trying to throw her pets into the bath? Maybe he was better off not asking. "... Patchy might not like getting stuffed in there, so perhaps it's for the better." No mention of him being used to using a cabinet to sterilize his things, but then it was not like he had much things that required it at the moment. So the next problem would be not trying to eat his bedding while asleep?

Yeah, this was how he was supposed to treat the person who hauled him out of there. Good going. If only he had teeth sharp enough to mangle his own tongue just a few minutes before! "No, that's not what I meant! I..." Should he continue, or just give her space? Keeping in mind that their needs didn't necessarily match, it was so much harder now without a second opinion. But what else was there to say? Changing the topic was belittling her feelings, he might make another mistake while trying to comfort her with a shattered level of confidence, so on and so forth. "I meant, gel would be more of use, the heat might..." No use, was it? How about the other? "... I meant, I just didn't realise it'd been a year already, time flies...." But he should have remembered the date. Something else? That was still a little too raw to talk about, but if he didn't say anything she'll be upset, then - but the person supposed to be comforted here was not him, so why drag that up?

Tongue-tied and tired was not the best combination to have. Head drooping a little as he slid off his seat, he supposed the best course of action would just be to give her space for a while, even if she wasn't a patient and bedside manner was of no application to her. He'd have to learn. Oh! Turn around and go up to her, quick! Fix her with that determined stare and ask! "What would you like me to do, Ama? It hasn't been easy for either of us today, so please, let's both get some rest? A bit of sleep should help." Nod, nod. Go on! "Um... Never mind about the boxes for today, I... I can make an exception. Just once." Yep, too easily influenced by others' emotions. Disregarding their safety in lieu of their happiness, as usual.

He was getting better at this! No, no, no celebrating so early. So much more to learn without guidance. "Okay, I trust you do even without me saying anything. Sure you won't feel cold without it tho - ah, hang on. This isn't the office." So he still had to work on the automated questions. One at a time. But okay, take a seat here too, just relax. They both needed it, both with nerves rubbed raw.

Okay, a minute of silence was up. Enough rest, let's get back to work! Ah, right. No work for a while. Vacation then, at least it was something to think about while he tried cooking up some plan to get that amusement park trip set up again. "When are you going? I'll try not to be too big before then. That way you don't need to trouble yourself by having to make visas and whatnot." And risk her pulling strings and having to put effort to getting him somewhere without a passer-by bird shooting him out of the blue, and give him enough time for any last-minute stuff he needed to do. "I should be able to still fit in your bag, and I'll go get something insulating to cover." He'd suggest a ziploc bag, but she would immediately swat that idea out of the way, wouldn't she?

"And does the cold-or-heat pack not feel cold or heat in the slightest while asleep? Ah, alright, alright. I trust you won't accidentally roll over either." More of a half-hearted attempt at humor, and of course true to his nature it'd be served cold. Yet he was more worried about being squashed than being hugged in his sleep? Priorities!

Sweat, sweat sweat sweat. Sneaking out of the country was a new thing, being nonchalant about it? Totally another. No help that he was still extremely paranoid about getting attacked in what he assumed was a safe area, but what could be done about that? ".... No, I think it's safer to not use any of my name. Would rouse less suspicion, and... Actually," he thought for a while, then put down the papers and looked around. Eh, no knife or forceps, nubby hands would have to do. Zero experience in plastic surgery, but shifting these around shouldn't be too hard. A nudge here, a pinch there, fluff up all that hair until it was nice and long and red, and now Amarante found herself looking at a completely different doll, but with malformed hands. ".... This might take a while to perfect, and I need enough material to construct a whole skeleton plus visible fingers." Was a day enough? If he could find any source of that powder, maybe. Which shouldn't be too hard since she had a coffee business downstairs, it was just a simple matter of maybe borrowing the milk powder tin for a while. And trying not to use all of it. Somehow, staying in a can was a lot more simpler. "Is this alright? Do I look passable? Do I need a ribbon or something to tie this up?" Funny, asking her for appearance tips! Now why didn't he ask when it was clothes so long ago? "Or less like a doll and more like a child? Err...." More face-scrubbing!

Not just doing something illegal, but making use of something he'd never have done before? Someone would be very disappointed. "Maybe a bottle of warm water to drink beforehand, in case they've got thermal sensors. But dogs...." Nope, no masking smells. Would he be unlucky enough to get sniffed out by a dog mistaking him for a corpse, however? "... Packing me in a bag is so much easier too. Oh well." Since she was so intent on not treating him like an object and more like a person, he'd go along with it. Not every day people were insistent on doing that, might as well let her. "I can't do anything voice-wise, but it's a simple matter of not speaking during inspection, right? Was there any other issue to sort out?"

What did a small person asking a big person for milk powder look like? Short, that's what! But he was not above it, no. Maybe a bit worried if she decided to go overboard like she did with the ice cream, but well, better than nothing, he guessed. "Normally I can get formula at the pharmacy, but I guess milk powder should be enough for the time being. Just a matter of time." When there's determination, there's result, one supposed. But where was the line between determination and stubbornness? Broken down by her words of hair styling! "I... Er...!" Oh, he had better tell her quick, lest she went off to get hairpins and clips and the like! "...... Just don't go overboard with the styling. I've a hard time walking as it is." Aww, so sweet of him to let her have fun at his expense, while still not understanding what was it with people and hair. Must be one of the common eccentricities.

Oh, and before he forgot again. "Name? Um." And of course he would be bad at coming up with names. "I have no idea." Not even a gamble at a line-of-sight name? No, to stifle his own thought, Patch was not exactly a common name. This is hard, choosing a name to fit and gathered the least attention! "Any um, any suggestions?" he asked, embarrassed. Can't even think of a name for himself, good job.

".... A onesie? Can it do?" Which was pretty much the only kind of clothing he ever had practice forming for a non-human size. And neutral to boot! So no need to practice at trying to make floating cloth-lookalikes, and no need to impose so much on her either! But the hard thing was the eyes. "Is it.... Is it possible to make an illusion of eye colour? Changing that, there won't be much other significant traits that can be linked back to me." But why was he looking so uneasy about it? Did the mere thought of wearing contacts blind him? "... It won't hurt, right? Just a little um, covering over eyes, so it shouldn't hurt, right?" Aww, so worried about eyes!