The Repairman adjusted his stance a bit. He hadn’t really thought about it.
“Friends? …Yes. Close? …No. I travel too often for that.”
Well… EXCUSE me, Mr. Repairman!
The Repairman was taken aback by this reaction. How was this a shock to this Doctor variant?
“What? It’s hard to bond when you’re always on the move and usually working! You, of all people, should-”
The ink splotch paused. He suddenly remembered that the equine he was talking to, while a committed traveler, had a wife and child. How did he manage that kind of relationship?
Must be that box of hammerspace he carries around, the Repairman decided. Easier to carry and maintain friends with a mode of transport. Yes, that was it. He should get a vehicle of his own sometime. He didn’t really need it, but potential companions might.
The Repairman cleared his throat.
“…Maybe I SHOULD branch out more.”
Yes, maybe you should… I mean, it would also make for more complicating plot lines involving you doing stuff that your mod could- *fourth wall cracks in several places* I’m as bad as Deadpool. I wasn’t even trying.
The Repairman shook his head wearily, hardly noticing the siren light emerging from his head.
If connections led to complications that were anything like the kind the Doctor gave him, he might not even have time to do his job. To be fair, no one was checking, and the idea of new conflicts excited parts of his mind he didn’t even know he had.
But, for now, there was a compulsive vandal he had to respond to, and related business he had to take care of. Complications could wait.
“We will see,” he sighed, digging for his trowel, “we will see.”
I feel bad, anything I could do to help?
The Repairman looked at Whooves with a small smile.
“Don’t feel bad. My job kept me occupied; I hardly noticed how alone I was. I think I’ll have to deal with that myself, thank you.” He perked up. “Although…”
The Repairman looked a bit slyer.
“You do owe me for that break. I think you could help me with THAT, at least.”
The Repairman adjusted his stance a bit. He hadn’t really thought about it.
“Friends? …Yes. Close? …No. I travel too often for that.”
Well… EXCUSE me, Mr. Repairman!
The Repairman was taken aback by this reaction. How was this a shock to this Doctor variant?
“What? It’s hard to bond when you’re always on the move and usually working! You, of all people, should-”
The ink splotch paused. He suddenly remembered that the equine he was talking to, while a committed traveler, had a wife and child. How did he manage that kind of relationship?
Must be that box of hammerspace he carries around, the Repairman decided. Easier to carry and maintain friends with a mode of transport. Yes, that was it. He should get a vehicle of his own sometime. He didn’t really need it, but potential companions might.
The Repairman cleared his throat.
“…Maybe I SHOULD branch out more.”
Yes, maybe you should… I mean, it would also make for more complicating plot lines involving you doing stuff that your mod could- *fourth wall cracks in several places* I’m as bad as Deadpool. I wasn’t even trying.
The Repairman shook his head wearily, hardly noticing the siren light emerging from his head.
If connections led to complications that were anything like the kind the Doctor gave him, he might not even have time to do his job. To be fair, no one was checking, and the idea of new conflicts excited parts of his mind he didn’t even know he had.
But, for now, there was a compulsive vandal he had to respond to, and related business he had to take care of. Complications could wait.
“We will see,” he sighed, digging for his trowel, “we will see.”
The Repairman adjusted his stance a bit. He hadn’t really thought about it.
“Friends? …Yes. Close? …No. I travel too often for that.”
Well… EXCUSE me, Mr. Repairman!
The Repairman was taken aback by this reaction. How was this a shock to this Doctor variant?
“What? It’s hard to bond when you’re always on the move and usually working! You, of all people, should-”
The ink splotch paused. He suddenly remembered that the equine he was talking to, while a committed traveler, had a wife and child. How did he manage that kind of relationship?
Must be that box of hammerspace he carries around, the Repairman decided. Easier to carry and maintain friends with a mode of transport. Yes, that was it. He should get a vehicle of his own sometime. He didn’t really need it, but potential companions might.
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?”
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?”
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.
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