Galanthus turned his attention from the cement to the repairman, drawn by the snap of his fingers. He watched as a bucket appeared and the cement plopped into it. It was about then Galanthus noticed the extra arm. Not exactly one for tact, he stared, “Do… do you do that… ummmm… whatever that was, often???” Galanthus asked, confused. He shook his head to clear off the confusion and his grump returned, “Was that all you came here for?”
“Eh heh heh…” the Repairman visibly shrunk back. “I…try not to do it. I know I don’t have the best form, but even that was a bit much for me…”
He blinked at the fairy’s second question.
“W-well, yeah,” he replied, glad for the change in subject, “that’s pretty much it…”
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