It’s a weekday so Michael is tired as well, but a request from Wolfgang isn’t something he has any desire to refuse. As soon as he’s finished at the office, he makes his way over to the shop, coming in through the usual wall and nearly tripping over a few stacks of books. “Jesus, shit,” he swears under his breath, stumbling around them and trying not to step on anything else as he picks his way toward the blonde in the center of the mess.
“No wonder you asked me over, this’ll take forever to clean up,” he says once he’s standing in front of them, surveying the room with his hands on his hips. “What are you making, anyway? Did all this stuff go into that little thing?” He nods at the box, eyebrows raised in interest.