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[very_sharpe]

Thomas sighed and pushed his goggles up onto his forehead. It was getting a bit late and he hadn't realized how much time had slipped away. He looked over at Steve, waited for him to stop welding before he called over, "Why don't we call it an evening?"

It wasn't ridiculously late yet, but Thomas had no intention of staying in the workshop all night, either. He doubted Steve would want to either once he noticed the time. They'd made good progress; Steve cranked out several stock pieces while Thomas had been working on a commission.

It wasn't late, he supposed, but it was certainly past the time the shop usually closed.

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[notonemoment]

Steve loves the days he gets to work in the shop. With Puck gone and Blue working more than one job as it is, he finds himself cashing people out more often than not — and dealing with physical money is still a little weird for him. But days like this, when he can actually be in the back, working the way he's more comfortable, it leaves him feeling a little more energized than usual.

He sets the welder back where it belongs, careful that it doesn't touch anything it shouldn't.

"Feels like hardly any time passed," he admits, but slowly begins stripping off his protective gear.