“eyHay, youyay owknay, youyay ancay ogay aheadyay andyay imbclay
onyay ymay ackbay ifyay youyay antway, (Hey, you know, you can go ahead
and climb on my back if you want,)“ the fairy offered the fourth wall
repairer as she turned around, looking at him over her own shoulder.
The Repairman blinked. Language barrier aside, the Repairman had never had someone offer to be transport for him. Then again, he never asked, really.
“Uh…yay…ureshay…” (Uh…sure.)
He clambered up, careful not to pull on anything or offend her in any way.
“Anksthay…this actually helps a lot…yay…”
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