Even though the Repairman’s swat went through Vio instead of touching him, Vio still jerked back away from the Wall. He grinned apologetically at the Repairman and respectfully stepped away from the Wall to let him do his work.

“So I can call you whatever?” Green asked, forefinger tapping against his lips in thought. “How about… oh! There’s this one game that I saw over there with these ghosts that you kinda remind m-” Green flinched as a fresh hairline crack appeared on the Wall “-ah… crap. This is harder than I thought. Sorry! Uh… Inky, how about Inky, because you look like… this one ghost… and you’re all black like ink, and yeah.” he finished lamely. Leave it to a ghost to nickname someone after another ghost!

“Yeah, a lot of people have issues with it,” the Repairman admitted through what would be gritted teeth. Even himself. “Just…try not to be so direct.”

He considered the name for a moment. A finger seemed to sprout from his hand to tap on his “chin.”

“…Well,” he mused, “I am ink…”

He also felt flattered to be compared to a character who went places. Though he said nothing about this, his eyes shone a bit more.

He jerked up a little.

“But isn’t Inky orange? Or was that the pink one…Oh, I could never remember…”

As he thought about it, he began smearing the newly-formed crack with cement. As he wasn’t looking, this was a very imprecise operation.