Black, White, and Purple

“ Well Osfala is this guy that is Elder

Sahasrahla’s apprentice and a descendant form the seven sages.” Shalbie said beginning to answer the repairman’s question.

“ He is the kind of guy that always wants to work alone as there is “No one  better than him”
and stuff like that… Can’t say I’ve interacted much with them but you
two seem similar.” He added before he took a big gulp of his glass of
milk, finishing it.  He then noticed the milk mustache  on his new
friend and began to laugh. “ You look funny with that mustache on your
face!”

“Well, I only do that with the Wall, really…” the Repairman admitted. As he should; he was the Fourth Wall Repairman, not a Fourth Wall Repairman!

He chuckled as Shalbie laughed, taking another swig.

“Yeah, do you think it fits me?” he asked jokingly, not realizing his blank white eyes almost made it look like a small frown.

“Still not a shadow of the guy, by the way,” he said, cheerfully. “I think–”

He hiccuped.

“Hey, um, what kind of milk is this, anyway?”