“Inky’s the turquoise one actually, but, details. If you’re made of ink, then Inky’s as good a name as any.” Green chuckled. “Wait, you’re made of ink? Really? Why would a repairman be made of ink?”

Vio, meanwhile, was still more interested in the Wall itself. It was a little bit bizarre, watching the repairman scoop up and smear the cement, and then seeing the Wall magically weave itself back together. Based on his previous comments, Vio was pretty sure that what the repairman saw was not what he did.

“I have a question, Mr. Inky! What does the Wa- um, it look like to you while you’re fixing it? Oh! I’m guessing you get to visit other worl-…” Vio cut himself off again and groaned. Dear Nayru it was exceedingly difficult to talk about something without directly talking about it! “…augh! I’m guessing you get to travel quite a bit for… work. What are some of the other places you’ve seen like?”

“Eh, fair enough.”

The Repairman looked at himself. Sure, he wasn’t much to look at as far as Toons went, but being ink had nothing to do with that. Many of the finest Toons were ink and paint.

“Does it matter?” he asked, somewhat defensively. “If a bunch of pixels can save a kingdom, a blob of ink can maintain a wall.”

He didn’t seem to notice the crack that formed behind him.

He turned to Vio, somewhat amused by but mostly cringing at his attempts to avoid the topic directly.

“No, you can mention other universes, just try to avoid…“ he moved his head vaguely towards the wall, “that.”

Pulling out a roll of Scotch tape, he continued, “But yeah, I’ve seen a lot of worlds. Most of them are too self-aware for their own good. There’s Toontown, a place where folks from every universe can meet. Pretty nice there.”

He thought as he began taping over the cement and the newer cracks.

“There are universes that you might feel at home at, with magic and swords and all that. Others still have futuristic technology, or dinosaurs, or horrifying abominations, or…”

The Repairman stopped, gasping for breath, after a full minute of rambling like this.

“On second thought, could you narrow it down a little?“