Sitting on the cold, concrete floor, You gently keep Mr. Chopped still in your lap.

He was surprisingly quiet, simply letting you run your hands all across his face and hair, decorating him with an assortment of accesories and makeup– even allowing you to style his long hair to whatever shape your heart desired.

"You hand... nice feel." He quietly noted out loud, letting you continue with your artistic work.

After what seemed like almost an hour, you were finally done with your masterpiece. You quickly pulled your hands away, admiring your work.

Mr. Chopped's eyes fluttered open just a few moments after you retracted your hands, beaming up at you. "How me look? Me am pretty?" He asks for your opinion, even though you were the one who worked on his look.