I have to go, but thank you all for making me a very flattered Toon!
[[Thank you so much for the follows! I’m glad that people appreciate this character! I think I’ll create a separate shoutout post to show my non-bot followers later. But for now, thank you all!]]
Well, thank you, @rebecca-doodles!
[[Next time, we see what the Repairman was building.]]
Ask: “Not much time, been in time vortex, made queen Elizabeth the First mad, now army after me, HELP!!”
[[Continued from here]] [[Part 1 of a thing that will answer two asks. Stay tuned.]]
…Anyway, how’s my costume this year? I engraved it myself!
[[Note: Non-Halloween things will still be treated as such, so he won’t always have the costume this month.]]
I’ll be fair, you don’t affect the time I spend working half as often as you think you do. What’s one among hundreds?
…I am ashamed.
[[Note: due to difficulties with my current tablet, I will be drawing with a mouse again for a while. Not that there was much difference, but there you go.]]
[[…I’ll admit, I haven’t given this much thought, but it is an important question, so here goes.
My guess is that he simply tries to spend more time in their universe more often. He’ll be softer towards fourth wall breaks (though he’s trying to calm down anyhow).
Also, he will try to “fix up” their place for them, and by that I mean “will inadvertently inconvenience them through…unorthodox maintenance methods.” Hey, it’s what he thinks he knows, so he might as well use it to help those he’s affectionate towards!]]
And I would like to keep it short, thank you very much.
Well, the first thing your doing wrong if you want to keep it short is your measuring the wall at an angle! If you want a short inspection, measure it vertically!
The Repairman paused at the remark. He turned his eyes back to his measuring tape.
Indeed, it was crooked. The inkblot would even go so far as to think it was sagging. It certainly wasn’t touching the Wall he was inspecting.
The Repairman’s eyes lowered in embarrassment as he adjusted the tape.
“I… I knew that…”
Oh, and also, I’d put that fire out. On your left.
“Oh?” The Repairman turned. A small blaze met his shocked gaze. He quickly hopped off his ladder and produced a ragged, scorched, and overall poorly-aged fire blanket from his toolbox. Throwing it carelessly over the flame, he turned back to Whooves. “I have no idea how that happened. Do you?”
Actually, no. *A figure knocks him over* Ow! For once I don’t do something and this is how the universe repays me! If I had to guess, I’d say they did it!
The Repairman was looking back at the smoldering blanket while Whooves was talking. He jumped at the outcry and turned to the scene. He was about to ask what happened when Whooves complained about his fate. The Repairman rolled his eyes. He didn’t believe in karma, but he thought one had to do more than “nothing” (which was doubtful, knowing the equine) to have favorable things happen. Besides, the time lord looked fine. He must just tripped. The blob thought about this when Whooves said something that snapped him out of it. “They?”
Siblings-a-Fixin' 