[[He doesn’t like having one, since it takes a long time to get him to have a nice, non-drippy one, and he finds a newly-formed mouth to be pretty embarrassing. However, he needs one when he wants/needs to eat or drink. If he ever had to say “aaah” for a doctor or smooch someone, it would come in too.
Anyway, here’s how he looks with a recently-formed, wide-open mouth.]]
Cat Slime nodded enthusiastically, and turned to make sure the Repairman’s camera was still rolling. The Repairman shuffled back, having not figured out the zoom controls yet and not willing to risk it. He gave the thumbs-up once he was about two feet away. Thank goodness for auto-focus.
Cat Slime lowered his body and wiggled as he watched Kit’s movements. He was ready to either leap or pounce.
Cat Slime took a quick glance to make sure the Repairman was rolling the camera, then leaped into the air and chomped on one of the cookies. However, he didn’t bite all the way through due to a lack of teeth, and so dangled awkwardly from the cookie in Kitterah’s hand.
He let out a couple of frustrated squeaks, and even the Repairman couldn’t help but snicker a little at this predicament.
“Um…okay. I mean, I know you’re a person.”
He looked at Kitterah with concern.
“…You sure you okay?”
The Repairman was shocked to find @kitterahsdollhouse hugging him. He noticed she was…crying? He immediately wrapped his arms around her protectively. Whatever it was, it must have been awful.
“…Count what? What happened? Who hurt you?”
“And don’t look at ME like that!”
Galanthus shot back, still making sure to float above the blob so he can
look DOWN. “Considering I didn’t even know it was there until just a
moment ago, and I’m clearly not strong enough to break it, I think it’s
rather safe to assume I didn’t do it. Which leaves the mysterious being
who only appeared AFTER it was broken but BEFORE anyone ELSE knew it was
broken to repair it.”Galanthus flew a little closer to the
repairman. “That seems mighty suspicious if you ask me.” He backed off
and gave a shrug, “Not that it really matters to me. As long as my
flower is safe.”
If the Repairman had a nose, he would be pinching the bridge of it at this moment.
“No, no, it doesn’t work like…”
He shook his head, taking a moment to think about how to put this.
“Look, if you don’t want me constantly putting cement over your flower, I need to know what happened. Before I came over here, did you say or notice anything…weird? Like, meta-ish?”
He really didn’t want to break the Wall here. Not with a fairy who has a very short fuse.
I… thought we WERE joking…? *her previous grin turn into a frown* Wasn’t the point to all this to have fun? *she looked confused, had she hurt Blobert’s feelings somehow?*
“…Yeah…” the Repairman replied, laughing humorlessly. “I guess it is funny…”
He turned to leave, slowly shuffling before stopping to turn around. He looked about three seconds away from running away to quietly sob in a tent somewhere.
“Am I really…that one-note?”
“AUGH! What the-” Swiftly he closed and
locked the drawer. He didn’t know what creature had found it’s way in,
but he intended to keep it there until he could find someone to take
care of it.Songbird, still in her cage, looked hopelessly at
the drawer the repairman was now locked in. Could he get out? Was he
stuck in there? She didn’t know, but she certainly hoped not. She didn’t
want anyone to be stuck like her.The door slammed behind her
captor as he left, grumbling about odd creatures and useless girls. It
seems they have a bit of time before anyone else comes in.
“Oof!”
The Repairman sloshed from side to side as the drawer slammed back into the desk. As he settled, he heard a click and footsteps. Finally, the door closed.
He tried to climb back out, only to find the drawer was stuck. After a couple more tries, he sighed. He was locked in. Ah well, no problem…
“Right then,” he said, emerging from the drawer on the opposite side, “where were we?”
He pulled out the paperclip again, but stopped.
“Should prolly make sure that doesn’t happen again,” he noted aloud, looking at the door. “Hang on a sec.”
He dashed over there and started rapidly hammering away at some two-by-fours until the door was boarded up to his satisfaction, which meant half of it could not be seen under the boards.
Kitterah stood by the lake, gathering up her magic. After all, while fireworks were certainly within her capabilities, she had never made them before and she wanted to make special ones. Instead of snapping her fingers, she clapped her hands; a whole array of fireworks appearing before her. She grinned and snapped her fingers to set off the first volley, sending them up high to make sure they could be seen.
They popped magnificently, loud and bright, splashing color and sound on the otherwise dark night. Reds, gold, green, purple, silver, pink lit up the sky one after the other. There were even a few special ones mixed in: Ravio’s bunny signature, the master sword, Brown’s shield, and Shalbie’s face (done in pink so it could be seen).
Now she was getting into it, dancing and snapping to a rhythm until she reached the finale. Snapping both hands at once, the fireworks popped off in quick succession. A grand finale to the fireworks.
@alinkbetweenportraits @ashadowbetweenworlds @askraviostuff @askthegreenguys
The Repairman, meanwhile, was in a New York. It was pretty much overgrown with flowers, but it still seemed to be bustling with urban activity. Of course, the inkblot found that difficult to appreciate, as he was outside Floor 89 of the Empire State Building, clinging onto a vine so he could reach the break right outside the window.
Suddenly, something whooshed right behind him, nearly grazing his back. He reflexively hugged the vine as tightly as he could. As he looked up, he saw it was a firework. And it was exploding into several patterns, some of which were symbols he recognized. Some kind of birthday celebration for all these people…?
As he stared in awe, he failed to notice his grip slipping on the vine. He plummeted for ten floors, leaving a descending whistle sound as he went, before finally grabbing the vine again and being slingshotted onto the very windowsill he was trying to get to. He took a second to sew a patch onto the crack in the Wall, then sat to watch the show.
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