Psycho looked curiously at the individual, sniffing about and circling him in a curious manner. He other didn’t seem to pose a threat, nor was it someone he was instructed to kill, so he backed up, standing upright and gave a toothy grin.
The Repairman stiffened as the other Toon circled him. Was this a regular custom around this part of Toontown? Something about the weasel’s eyes told him there was something else going on. What could he be doing? Whatever it was, the Repairman decided, it wouldn’t do any good to move right now. He did not move, save for the occasional shiver when the weasel sniffed his inky form.
Finally, the Repairman relaxed as the straightjacketed character backed up. He didn’t know what the other was planning behind that grin, so he did little more than worriedly give a mouthless smile back.
After a brief moment, the Repairman felt something more was needed. This was getting a bit awkward.
“Um,” he ventured, “can I help you?”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 