(Askthefwrp)

“Why, my destination does not matter to me.” the blue lady said with simple and gentle head bow.

“You see, my home roams everywhere in space. Even though it may stays in its proper place, it has its motivation to wander as my Lumas and I can gaze upon every stars and cosmos.”

While the stranger focused on his work, Rosalina turned and stared at stars. In fact, there are millions-no, zillions of stars far from her and her starship. “Space is very extraordinary huge” she hummed, before turning back to him.

“And may I be curious: what brings you here in outer space, sir?”

The Repairman nodded. A wanderer. He understood that…

After willfully ignoring the talk of the vastness of space, he turned back to the woman, making sure to keep eye contact. No need for him to be reminded she was floating.

Well, the inkblot was in no condition to dodge the question.

“I fix the Fourth Wall,” he said, “and apparently someone around here looked into a camera or did a tutorial or made a referential joke or something. I don’t know, really.”