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{ @askthefwrp } {continued//}

Maybe it was the upset, or the watery vision in his eyes, but Avignon faltered when the strange beings before him began to move.

And talk.

A sharp inhale, and the gun was lowered in order for him to rub building tears from blurring his vision further in order to get a clear picture of what was in front of him. And looking again revealed questions, and less answers.

Slowly blinking, a broken breath and he took a step forward to their step back.

“What….”

“Are you…?”

The two relaxed somewhat when the person lowered the gun. And then he stepped forward.

The two inched backwards again, still not trusting him.

“W-well…I’m the Fourth Wall Repairman,” the inkblot said, “and this is Marie…”

“Ch-charmed,” the paint spatter managed.

“We’re just Toons passing through.”

“R-right, passing through. Just please put that gun awa–”

“What my sister is trying to say is, um…” The Repairman looked up, thinking for a moment. “…that, uh…you should put that gun away so we can…give you a manicure?”

Marie’s glare at him said it all.

“Look,” the Repairman whispered, “If you have a better idea…”