The Traveling Jester (Open to anyone)

Hito had never thought of being better. Yes there was the occasional upgrade and an extra weapon in his storage, but getting brand new sheet metal hadn't been on his list. He looked down at him and stared. " What do you need me to do?" was all he could say at this moment. After locking his coffin, he hauled the strap over his shoulder and buckled it around him as if it was a seat belt. " I have some money that I can give you for the repairs, but i don't know how much 'being better than ever' costs." He remembered something. " Oh, and what is your name?"