Shinko giggled a bit at the inky blob.
“I wouldn’t know, Mr. Repairman. Most of the time, I don’t notice! I’m still trying to figure stuff out, you know.”
The Repairman’s eyes widened somewhat in surprise.
“Oh? Well, just be careful with situations like this….unless you aspire to take a major role in an adventure, in which case, feel free to tempt fate all you want.”
The small Toon girl nodded in response, letting out another small giggle. She certainly could see how, even as an inky blob whose purpose was to maintain the Fourth Wall, he was still very much a Toon.
"I understand. And an adventure does sound fun. Maybe I’ll have the guts to do it one day…just not today.” She shook her head a bit before continuing. “Besides that, usually I’m genre savvy enough to understand the basics of what would most likely happen. But…you know. Can’t get ‘em right all the time, right?”
“True,” agreed the splotch, getting up. “Hang on a sec, this is bothering me.”
He moved towards the center of the room, brandishing a trowel. He dipped it into a seemingly empty bucket, and then waved the tool in the air for a minute.
“Sorry ‘bout that. That was my fault, so it was even more irritating for me to see it.”
He picked up the bottle again.
“Do you happen to know where the nearest bottomless pit is?”
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