its all good – Siblings-a-Fixin'

Songbird watched everything get thrown aside, she had no idea what most of it was, but startles at the jack-in-the-box and springs. Their sudden and erratic movement startled her. So was so vested in what the strange blob was doing, she almost didn’t hear the footsteps coming toward the door.

“R-r-r-r-r” She struggled to speak through her stutter, “r-r-run!” she finally managed as the doorknob jiggled.

She sat on the floor of the cage a little ways away from the bars, her head buried in her knees which were tucked to her chest, unwilling to see what would happen to the blob if he was caught.

“Hmm?”

And then he heard her say “run” and the doorknob jiggle. His eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t exactly want to be caged too.

Thinking quickly, he pulled a push broom out from behind his back and swept everything back into his hammerspace.

There was still the issue of himself, though…

Right as the door was opening, he leapt into one of the desk drawers, which closed behind him. He hoped he wouldn’t be spotted, but it was hard to say. Tropes were very fickle things.

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The eight foot tall oni sat in silence as he stared at the toon before him, narrowing his red eyes as he inspected him. Of course, he never meant any harm despite his suspicions. After all, while guests were rare crossing the boarders to world, they were never unwelcome by the tribes in the mountains. To see a newbie after so long was a nice surprise.

But that didn’t change the fact that his bone crushing teeth, rock smashing arms, and monstrous appearance made him look absolutely terrifying.

“I don’t get yer shtick,” the oni flat out stated, uncrossing his arms before hopping back on his feet. “Ya sure travel with a lot’v tools… Are ya supposed to be a traveling maid ‘r some shit? Seems kinda weird that yer willing to crawl through hell’s anus just to clean up a mess, yeah?”

The Repairman blinked in surprise. He had never been called a maid before; he was more used to either handyman-related names or inkblot-related ones.

Still, he wasn’t sure what this massive creature was up to (or even what he was, for that matter), so he decided not to press that issue. Even so, he had to say something to defend his job, so he said, “It’s easier when you’re made for it.”

Whether or not this was true, the Repairman couldn’t really say, but it was nice to think it was.