Arz looked to the strange contraption. Oh, these things. He’s seen them in Lucas’ bag.
“Eh, kinda big but it’s better than just using yer hands,” he added, before withdrawing the gourd that hung from his belt and popping off the cork. Arz beckoned to the Repairman as he moved to the nearest building, but instead of opening the door, he simply stood under a the remains of a broken thatch roof before plopping himself on the ground. The oni was generous with sharing his drink, perhaps a bit too much so. It was well over half full once the oni withdrew the container. Placing the mouth on his lips, he took a hearty swig himself before exhaling deeply. “Real shame that some folks don’t take up casual drinking more often. And I ain’t talking a full on party, as fun as those are. The fragrance of a good rice harvest, the smooth warmth as it goes down yer throat… It’s history in a sip.”
Despite his size and physically intimidating appearance, he handled his gourd carefully as he placed it on the ground in front of him. Red eyes looked over to the repairman, inspecting his features.
“Gotta say though, ‘Fourth Wall Repairman’ is kind’v a mouthful. And don’t make a lick’v sense to me… What kinda shady carpenters ya got in yer world if they don’t build four walls in a house? ” He placed a claw on his chin, tapping it lightly in thought. Eventually, the large man snapped his fingers as an idea lit up his face. “Imma call ya ‘Tinker’ from here on out! Whatcha think?”

Looking at his semi-liquid hands, the Repairman couldn’t help but agree it was better to have a cup. He considered this as he followed the creature to the wall, and sat down next to him.

“I don’t really drink that much, myself,” he admitted. “Or party much, really. Just didn’t have the time.”

While he wasn’t sure how he could possibly do it with any liquid, he took a sip.

He chuckled as the other speculated about the Repairman’s job. Whether it was the pride or the liquor (he was a Toon, after all), he was feeling a little looser about explaining it.

“No, no, the Fourth Wall’s what separates us from….” he began, considering his next words, “…the people who make and watch us.”

He took another sip as he continued, “Dunno what kind of house only has three walls, but that would get a bit drafty, huh?”

He coughed. “But yeah, you could call me Tinker. Not like I have a name anyway; what do I care?”