Ace poked at his fire with a stick and sighed. Really he had wanted to make camp earlier before the sun had set and the sands cooled, but he had been waylaid by some quick sand. A snake cooked over the fire and he watcheed it carefully. His head snapped up as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. “What do you want? You’re in the middle of a desert at night, what could you possibly want from me?” He turned towards the noise, though it was hard to see past the light of the fire.
Thunk. Thunk.
The Repairman could swear his red toolbox wasn’t always this heavy. He found himself having to lift it, set it down, and then lift it again, like an overfilled garbage bag. Being a Toon, he at least had a decent rhythm going with it. All the same, he looked forward to having time to fix his cart.
As he moved through the desert, he saw a light. Someone had a camp going.
He began to move slower, hoping whoever was camping wouldn’t notice him passing by. No such luck.
“Nothing, nothing,” he called. “Just passing through.”
He wasn’t about to show himself, though. He suspected the stranger wouldn’t take too kindly to a small blob; most heroes in universes like this didn’t.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 