Ace jumped once he was able to get a good looks at his guest; he certainly hadn’t been expecting a blob… thing. Still, if it was peaceful and intelligent, there was no need to attack either. Ace nodded, eyes following the newcomer warily. “Who… what are you?” He had never seen anything similar to the toon.
The Repairman was certainly expecting a reaction, but thankfully this one was not a call to arms. A rolled-up newspaper had nothing on a prophesized blade.
Well, he might as well tell this camper. He did offer warmth and a brief rest, after all.
“I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman,” he said, calmly, “and I’m a Toon! How ‘bout you? Why are you here?”
He pulled his toolbox up to the fire and sat on it. Might as well.
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