Week 30-something... late Sunday night, chimerical shop room

[spindlenocker]

Spindle rubs at his face, his eyes bleary and bloodshot. The furthest-most workbench from the door has been commandeered by his materials and tools, and the blueprints tacked in multiple layers on the wall.

What the fuck am I doing?

He lets his hands fall away. Staring bleakly at the half-rebuilt Monadic Extractor, he sighs heavily.

I can

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[willytroll]

Willy couldn't sleep for some reason, so he started wondering around campus. When he saw the light from the Chimerical Shop light on, he figured it was a good shot that Spindle would be there. He knocks as he opens the door and steps in. "Spindle?"

[spindlenocker]

Spindle looks up, scowling at the interuption until he sees it's Willy.

"Heya, blueballs." He rubs at his eyes once more. "Late for you to be walking about, isn't it?"

[willytroll]

Willy shrugs. "Couldn't sleep and so I wondered around, and saw the light on in here and I thought that it might be you so I thought I would step in."

[spindlenocker]

"Ah." He leans back and scratches at the back of his head, his back arching as he stretches. "Should have called up on that girl of yours. Bet she could of helped you sleep."

Spindle slumps forward, both elbows and arms supporting him on the table. "I should knock of for the night. but all of this drek out of the way for a bit. It's..." He bites his lower lip. "It's a bit like wading through shit, you know? Things you don't want to see again keep popping up."