“Warner lot, huh…?” Crystal watched plenty of cartoons growing up. It was difficult not to know  what the Repairman was referring to. She actually couldn’t help but chuckle a bit; the nostalgia of it was getting to her.

However, the Toon’s question caught her a bit off guard. “What do we do? Well, I got some secretary work at the local police station, if you’re talking jobs. But if you mean for fun or hobbies, well… I’ve taken up the routine of physical training. It’s actually kinda therapeutic,” she laughed nervously.

“Yeah, yeah, train all you want, girlie. I say you should be working on your cooking instead. Bet you’d start making big bucks at restaurants if you worked at it,” said Bedlam. “And if you ask me what I do, I like scaring the pants off humans. Never a dull moment. And they never know it’s me, so no harm, no foul!”

Falcon shook his head before turning his mask to face the Repairman. “I don’t think I do much. Most of my time I spend focusing on improving my form or training with Crystal.”

“Oh really~? What about those fashion magazines I found under your bed, huh~?” teased Bedlam, smirking at his friend.

Crystal quirked an eyebrow as she looked towards Falcon, who seemed to be stunned into silence for a few moments.

“….I believe that would go with ‘improving my form’,” the masked demon managed to reply. The tone of his voice made it obvious that he was a bit taken aback that Bedlam went through the things in his room.

The Repairman saw Crystal’s reaction. He coughed, realizing how abrupt his question was.

“Sorry, I just like to know this stuff about the places I visit. Helps me keep track.”

That aside, it was clear that Crystal wouldn’t cause too much problems with his job. Few who spent so much time training did. What a relief.

The Repairman caught himself starting to nod in agreement as Bedlam suggested cooking. He quickly stopped. It was clear that Crystal wanted to do something else.

This was not the kind of universe where a chef befriending some demons was appropriate to the tone, anyhow.

The food really was quite good, though, he reflected as he picked up a monster mouth and began chewing on it.

It was funny to see Bedlam boast about liking to frighten people after seeing him be the only one to panic when he was noticed. Granted, the Repairman had seen folks like that before, but he had never been a part of that scenario. A slight sign of smugness briefly crossed the Repairman’s face.

Over the years, he had learned to watch for comedic characters, as well as quirky friends. Bedlam seemed to fit the bill. Ah, well. Looked like he might have to revisit this place sometime.

…Not that that was a bad thing…

The Repairman was shocked that Falcon was concerned about his form. As far as the Repairman could tell, Falcon had an excellent illustrated design. Clean, distinct, a bit of classy menace, fitting well within a world with other well-formed characters… What was he worried about?

However, the Repairman kept that to himself. Even he could see that this was not a good time, especially since Falcon just had a secret outed. Not that the Repairman hadn’t seen that kind of secret before, but he knew it was usually a sore subject.

“So, um…” he asked tentatively, after a small pause, “anything else you want to know?”