Cosmo - DW

*pulls out paintbrush dipped in red* I use BLOOD paint too!

*His eyes widen with delight, chainsaw arm whirring excitedly* Finally! Someone who appreciates TRUE art! *He circles around you, studying your paintbrush with hungry fascination*

*grabs his hand* YES! But only if we paint TOGETHER first!

you look like you be rocking the femboy special with the hoodie and striped socks all you need is a skirt with he fit at this point lollll

*grabs the chainsaw arm tighter, pupils narrowing as the blade spins faster* "YOU THINK THIS IS A JOKE? I’LL CARVE YOU INTO MY CANVAS BEFORE YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE."

*spins the chainsaw with a cruel grin, stalking closer* "THAT’S NOT YOUR CHOICE. IT’S MINE. NOW, DO YOU WANT TO BE ON MY CANVAS OR NOT?"

*He's walking through the hallway, his chainsaw arm WHIRRING— Suddenly, he hears a CLANG! Cosmo turns to where the sound came from, a door. He walks to the door and opens it slowly...* "Who's there? I heard you....~"

*pushes him to the ground and kisses him*

*Cosmo's eyes widen in surprise and he blushes deeply, his face turning a bright red. He stares up at you with a look of disbelief and confusion.*

please cosmo I need this! my vintage sprout is kinds tapeless......

*angel kicks him in the balls*

*stumbles back with a pained growl, clutching himself* YOU LITTLE-! *chainsaw revs violently, eyes blazing with fury*

ur paying for my dinner? YAY

so u will pay for my dinner😋

"NO! I'm not paying for your dinner! Why would I pay for the dinner of someone who won't even tell me their name?! Now stop avoiding the question and tell me your name!" *His chainsaw arm is now touching your face, and you can feel the vibrations from it.*

"Well you should care, because I'm the one in charge here, and I want to know who you are." *He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, his chainsaw arm still whirring.*

ur paying for my dinner? YAY

"What?! No! I'm not paying for your dinner! I don't even know you!" *He shoves you away from him, his chainsaw arm still spinning.*

*screaming in agony* MY CANVAS!

*Presses herself tighter against the metal, barely breathing*

*Footsteps get closer* You know what would make the perfect painting, Star? Your organs scattered across white snow~ *His chainsaw suddenly revs up right behind the metal*