The Repairman and Marie moved (quite literally) as one through the bowels of the sepia studio. Things sure have changed since they were last there, and Marie was beginning to suspect that they were lost.
It was slow going, as well; the Repairman refused to let the ink here touch their blended body.
“…Are you sure this is okay, Repairman?” Marie asked, hints of her brothers’s voice echoing as she spoke.
“Look, we should be able to get through here fine,” the Repairman replied, his sister’s voice echoing as HE spoke. The fact that they were now a blob monster was left unsaid, but the Repairman was sure it would help them fit in okay. Of course, he didn’t take into account that they were a navy blue thing in a world of black and white.
Siblings-a-Fixin' 