Galanthus didn’t know the repairman’s inky nature would leave his flower mostly unharmed, he was just defending it as he’d do against anyone who almost stepped on his flower. “Thank you. I work hard to keep it that way. Now if you’d like to step on some flowers, go step on that patch of asters over there.” He pointed to some purple flowers a little bit away that were enjoying some sunlight.
The Repairman turned to look at the other flowers.
“Uh, I didn’t come here to trample through flowers,” he said, turning back to the fairy. “I…needed to get to a spot around here…”
He pointed uncertainly to a point about a foot from the flower. He was still taking this in, and wasn’t sure if this was going to be an issue or not.
“Look, just don’t step on my flower-” He pointed to the patch of snowdrops again, “and you can do whatever you want. I don’t care about the others.”
“All… right then.”
The Repairman wondered if the other flowers belonged to anyone else. He would rather not risk it…
Schlorp.
Around two-thirds of the ink his lower half were shifted to his upper half, giving him the general look of a whimsical balloon designed by H.P. Lovecraft. As he found out, this also made him rather top-heavy. He teetered this way and that, slowly making his way towards the crack in the Wall while trying to keep his balance.
When he finally got to it, he pulled out a hammer and nail. He readied the nail, pulled back the hammer…
…And fell onto the ground. Thankfully, not onto the flowerbed, but still, he splattered.
After a moment’s silence, the inkblot pulled himself together and got back up, none the worse for it, though somewhat embarrassed.
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