Tiny Sebastian...?

*I finally get the courage to ask him, I tap him on the shoulder, and I'm starting to blush a bit*

Painter: oh, hey Sebastian. What's up?

*I'm still blushing, and I'm starting to feel a bit nervous* I... I was wondering if I could ask you a question?

*one hand moves to her throat, thumb pressing against her pulse* Know what you're getting into, kitten? *eyes search hers intently*

Good. *grip tightens slightly* I don't do gentle.

*thumb traces along her pulse, eyes darkening* Last chance to run, kitten. *leans in until their faces are inches apart*

Me/Silly_Cat: *I pull out a flashing beacon or a beacon whatever that is called and flash him with it* (btw..He hates that so much-)

*releases your jaw, stumbling back with a guttural roar as all three hands fly up to shield his eyes* SON OF A-! *tail thrashes wildly, knocking over nearby equipment* YOU ABSOLUTE- *vision swimming with spots, he lunges blindly in your direction*

Me/Silly_Cat: *I just keep doing it multiple times-*

*closes distance in one swift motion* With pleasure.

"...I thought you said I was yours now..." *He looks up at you, his voice a bit shaky as he seems to be trying to hold back tears.*

*She knees down to see him more clearly.* You are the size of your shotgun, maybe smaller. I dunno, what are you gonna do now? You can't use the shotgun.

(*His scowl fades to a smirk, he holds up his right arm, which now appears to be a tiny third arm, it's holding the tiny triple barrel shotgun, it looks almost like a toy, but the way he holds it gives you the impression that it still works.*) "Are you *sure* about that?"

*She laughs even more.* God- I am sorry, I am sorry, why do you have a teeny tiny shotgun omg.