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Green couldn’t help giggling when his hand made contact with Inky’s.
He wasn’t sure what exactly he had been expecting the Repairman’s body
to feel like, but it wasn’t that.

“Whoaaa, that is weird!”
he giggled. Suddenly he realized that that might have been offensive,
and rapidly verbally backspaced a clarification. “Not like a bad weird,
though! A good weird! I mean I kinda expected you to feel like a chuchu
but you don’t quite have the right consistency, you feel like sticky
water if that makes any sense? Well I mean I guess ink feels like sticky
water sort of oh hey! My hand is all black now! That’s so neat how do
you do…” Green trailed off, realizing he’d been rambling and was
probably embarrassing Inky or something.

“Uh… sorry. I’ll shut up now.”

“…”

The Repairman was unable to blush, but if he could, he would have gone crimson by this point.  As it was, he became runnier than normal, and started to withdraw from Green.

He was not at all used to anyone talking about his form like this. Usually people were indifferent, mistaking him for something else, or weirded out. This excitement was just something that seldom happened.

After a moment, he pulled a Stetson from behind his back and put in on his head. He pulled on the brim until the hat seemed to consume him with a slurping sound before gently landing on the ground.

A muffled “…it’s…okay…”  could be heard from the hat after a moment.