Like Clockwork (For Stuffy)

He was in there for a long time this time, almost an hour. When he emerged, his hair was unruly, as if he had run his hands through it multiple times.

"How's it going?"

 

"Like what?" he asked, sitting next to her again.

 

"That's fairly advanced software. I'm not quite sure how you would do it."

 

"Well, I have faith," he said after a moment, leaning back in his chair.

 

He laughed slightly, raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe. We'll see how you get on."

 

He hobbled over to his work bench, sitting heavily in his chair and beginning to work.

 

(Time skip until the evening, okay?)

 

Mr. Pemberly closed the blinds, glancing over his shoulder at Aspen.

"You've been at it all day, Aspen. It's time to go home now."

 

He raised an eyebrow and nodded.

"It is."

 

"See you tomorrow," he said with a nod. "I might need you to do some organizing." He gestured to the stacks of books laying behind the counter. "They've gotten a little out of hand."