I… thought we WERE joking…? *her previous grin turn into a frown* Wasn’t the point to all this to have fun? *she looked confused, had she hurt Blobert’s feelings somehow?*
“…Yeah…” the Repairman replied, laughing humorlessly. “I guess it is funny…”
He turned to leave, slowly shuffling before stopping to turn around. He looked about three seconds away from running away to quietly sob in a tent somewhere.
“Am I really…that one-note?”
*that hadn’t been the reaction she was expecting* One-? *realization hits her* nonononono! that’s not what I meant at all! No, you’re not one-note at all! *floats over to him, visibly upset as well* I’m sorry for the joke.
As Kitterah floated over to him, the Repairman was taking a few ragged breaths.
“I mean,” he mumbled, more to himself than Kitterah, “I k-know I was never the most complex T-Toon, and I did nothing but fix the st…the stup…the Wall for decades, but I have developed, I have grown, I have…”
His words faded into unintelligible gibberish as he buried his head into Kitterah’s stomach, sobbing with comically oversized tears.
“I don’t doubt it.” She patted him comfortingly, not caring about any ink that got on her. “I may not have known you back then, but at the very least I’ve heard about it.” She decides to hug him as tightly as his inky body would allow.
Schlorp. Kitterah’s arms practically went through the Repairman’s liquid form, leaving them submerged. He didn’t seem to mind, though, as he hugged her back, blobby arms wrapped around her.
“…I…I…Sorry…” he finally sniffled. “…I-I didn’t mean to bring everything down…th-thank you…”
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