I can't control myself because I don't know how [open]
WHO: Toto Sakagami (labyrinthknows) and anyone who wants to play with him.
WHAT: Young/agebent Sakagami is painting people red in the market alleyways to teach them how to appreciate fine art.
WHERE: Market District, around town.
WHEN: High noon on the day of this post.
Skipping rope with their intestines never lasted quite long enough. Organs were such fragile, squishy little things, not proper toys at all, even if getting them was amusing enough. Sakagami lived for such screams, for seeing them squirming as they poured out into the streets, dying it red, dying it all the prettiest color in the world. They deserved it! They had dared to say his painting was disgusting, dared to call him a monster - they were mean, all of them, and stupid, and couldn't appreciate a good time.
They didn't understand. He was only playing, after all! It was their fault they didn't have what it takes to play with him! Stupid, weak humans - they were toys, meant to be used and thrown away.
So he cut them, cut their legs, cut their arms, and watched them paint the town red for him as they screamed.
"Isn't this fun?" asked the Mockingbird chick. "Isn't it so pretty? Say it - say it's pretty! Say it's the most beautiful thing you've EVER seen!
WHAT: Young/agebent Sakagami is painting people red in the market alleyways to teach them how to appreciate fine art.
WHERE: Market District, around town.
WHEN: High noon on the day of this post.
Skipping rope with their intestines never lasted quite long enough. Organs were such fragile, squishy little things, not proper toys at all, even if getting them was amusing enough. Sakagami lived for such screams, for seeing them squirming as they poured out into the streets, dying it red, dying it all the prettiest color in the world. They deserved it! They had dared to say his painting was disgusting, dared to call him a monster - they were mean, all of them, and stupid, and couldn't appreciate a good time.
They didn't understand. He was only playing, after all! It was their fault they didn't have what it takes to play with him! Stupid, weak humans - they were toys, meant to be used and thrown away.
So he cut them, cut their legs, cut their arms, and watched them paint the town red for him as they screamed.
"Isn't this fun?" asked the Mockingbird chick. "Isn't it so pretty? Say it - say it's pretty! Say it's the most beautiful thing you've EVER seen!