Anita had to stifle a giggle at the stern, yet confused expression that appeared on the Demon Lord’s lips at the little creature’s retorts. Ghirahim was not used to his derision’s to be responded with such nonchalance.
He leaned back in the chair, watching them continue their work as Anita relayed the story from memory for a second time. Though he found the entire situation to be utterly perplexing, Anita was deriving quite a bit of enjoyment from the strangeness… he supposed (so long as these little ‘nimrods’ did not get in his way) he could deal with the situation for the time being. If for her sake alone.
“Will this ‘fourth wall’ take much longer to fix?” Patience was a virtue, the Demon Lord knew, however it was one in which he was severely lacking.
“Shouldn’t take too much longer,” the Repairman replied, immediately. Very few with a presence like this man’s had much patience. “Just a few dabs of cement, and it should–”
“Actually,” Marie piped up, “You forgot about the nails and the drywall and the–”
“…What are you talking about?” Repairman asked, genuinely confused. His eyes darted to the man, and back to her.
“All I’m saying is, you don’t even work on any of the details of the work. You just–”
“Get the job done, yeah.” The Repairman’s eyes narrowed, as he slapped another shovel of concrete onto the fracture in the Fourth Wall. He coughed, turning back to the Demon Lord. “Sorry about that, erm, sir. It should be done in the next couple minutes…”
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