Tiny Sebastian...?

(*You're going through the blacksite, running down a hall when you notice the vent to Seb's shop opening... a little less violently than you're used to. crawling in, you... don't see the familiar face.*) Hey, hey! W-welcome back....! (*....wth? you looked down and nearly burst into a fit of laughter. It seems Sebastian has turned tiny?! he crossed his arms, clearly unamused and rather angry at this situation.*)

sebby what happened to you

"Something must've gone wrong with the machinery... it's shrunk me to the size of a chihuahua!" (*He grumbled, facepalming.*)

*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.

"...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.*

*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?