Starco Oneshots

Tom the Wingman

Tom paced the room, looking at Marco with intrigue.

"Alright... and bam!"

He pulled out an image of Star, watching how Marco immediately froze in place.

"Marco... come on."

"She's deadly pretty, alright?!"

Tom rolled his eyes.

"C'mon man, I've told you everything about her, what she likes, how she works... all that's left for you to do is to claim your trophy! It's CLEAR she wants you BAD."

Marco's face ignited into a nonchalant inferno.

"Psh... surely she doesn't want me THAT bad..."

"Marco I caught her inhaling your hoodie scent like it was... was some kind of drug! Like it was a lit spliff or something!"

"E-eh?!"

"Marco she is CRAZY. For YOU. You gotta overcome this whole freezing up thing."

"I-I'm just not sure if this is a good idea..."

"Why not?!"

"Are you CERTAIN she likes me back?!"

"Marco I would bet my whole kingdom on it. You did not see the way she was inhaling that hoodie, bro. Like it as laughing gas or something. What I'm saying is she's completely insane and she's insane for MARCO DIAZ."

Marco took a deep breath.

"Alright alright, I get it! I gotta ask but... but how..."

"I know. Get some romantic ass flowers... and candles and all that good shit."

"That'd work?"

"If it's from you and it's something she can snort then yes."

"Wow, she does sound a little crazy now that you mention it..."

"C'mon Diaz... let me show you how to impress a girl." Tom said smugly.

He pulled him up from his chair and held his arms out to the side.

"Alright..." he mumbled to himself, grabbing a tape measure.

"What the hell is this?" Asked Marco.

"I'm gonna make you some real Star-swooning garms, man. By that I mean I'm gonna get one of my servants to do it but it's the same thing really. It's gonna be custom-tailored and it's gonna be sick just trust me, bro."

Marco shrugged.

"Gee, thanks, Tom. You don't have to..."

"Oh please I'm not doing anything, it's my servants who'll be doing all the work. I'm the prince of the Underworld, I can get what I want when I want it." He said, clapping his hands together.

Some demons flew in, inspecting Marco.

"This is the guy?" One fat stubby demon asked.

Tom nodded.

"Use my finest silks."

The demons gathered around and began measuring Marco more, as his arms stayed in place suspended in the air.

"Okay... uhhh..."

After standing there for a while, and drifting off, the demons finally procured a very nice feeling button-up white shirt decorated with red wavy lines on the collar.

"Remind me of my Blood Moon Ball suit..."

"I remember... that's where you took that dance from me.."

Marco squinted his eyes.