“I’d ask why bother lugging it, but I’m assuming you need it for your job?” Ace asked, pointing to the toolbox with a stick. Some sand had already fallen into the groove, though since it wasn’t too windy, it wasn’t changed much.
Ace shrugged, “In this area, common enough that I’d say to sleep lightly… but rare enough that you CAN sleep. I wouldn’t worry too much considering… well… how well you blend into the night.” Ace gave an uneasy laugh, hoping he wouldn’t offend the repairman.
“Yup,” the Repairman replied, idly brushing some sand off the toolbox. “Woulda brought my other one, too, but this was heavy enough.”
He nodded, considering his plan to get across unscathed. He hoped he put his cart in a safe place.
He gave a short, quiet laugh as Ace did.
“Yeah,” he replied, “I guess ink is good for that.”
Then he realized something. He turned to Ace, and pointed to his eyes.
“What about these, though? My eyes are often still visible…”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 