The shadow jumped as soon as the water hit her, but Bowyetta quickly
calmed her down. “Please do not being frightened! Mr. Sir is just
helping of you!”Bowyetta continued polishing the shadow’s
body until all the rust was removed. “This is not much looking good…”
Bowyetta said quietly. She put the spray bottle and cloth back into her
hair, and produced a paintbrush and several jars of paint. “Mr. Sir,
could you please be removing of those extra pieces in her hair?” she
asked. “Bowyetta will have to being repainting of her…”
The Repairman nodded, digging for a comb. A part of him still wanted to solve the problem with an electric shaver, but for some reason he was feeling bad about that thought. Weird.
Well, the comb got stuck. As did the hairbrush. And the tweezers. And tongs. And crowbar.
Grumbling, he took a straw and shoved it into her hair. He took a very deep breath, and then blew. Everything in her hair came whooshing out at once, thankfully not flying very far before landing.
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