Isaac & Orrick One x One

Isaac stared blankly at the clock on the wall, silently listening to the ticks it produced as the long pendulum swung slowly back and forth. Sapphire colored eyes followed fluidly to its motions, never blinking or drifting from their target. Minutes flew by, and by this point it might have seemed alarming as to how long the plumerian had been gazing stilly at the objet, but an intelligent hum finally left his stone body and he rose to his feet from the floor of his room.
"Off by a few strokes" he muttered to himself, reached up and stealing the clock from the wall. Flipping it to the back, he slipped a pair of fingers into the back of the brass wiring and rubbed them around a bit until he yanked free a small silver battery.
"I suppose I'll try again later" were he only words as he returned the instrument to its spot on the work bench next to dozens of stray gears and various parts used to construct his projects.
Today was the once day out of the week that Isaac found himself home long before Orrick ever stepped foot on the property. He closed shop early on this day because Jay didn't have work so there was no need to head to the bar, and if there was no need to head to the bar there was no reason to keep the store open any longer than a few hours. He could do just as much work at home as he could there, plus here he could lounge around in his boxers casually without catering to various costumers who traveled in and out of the shop like dozens of busy bees.
The sound of the door open caught his attention and his ear flicked slightly, but he made no move to investigate it. Isaac already knew who it was after all, so the sound rose no alarm in his mind.
He had been living with Orrick for awhile now, and though he spoke to him just about as much as he did everyone else, he didn't know an incredible lot about his housing partner. Other than the fact that the guy really seemed to love old and strange collectables, that is. To Isaac, Orrick seemed a fairly pleasant person at a minimum, easy to board with and a sensible person. That was all that really mattered to Isaac, so long as his privacy was maintained nothing else seemed significant.
Stretching his arms over his head, Isaac left out a soft yawn followed by a small sigh. He needed a break from his work, sitting still for so long never had a good impact on his body. He was already exhausted by his endless, sleepless nights, so the last thing he wanted was a backache. Fixing his plain black boxers just to make sure they were fitted on his hips right, he snagged a carton of cigarets off the dresser and headed towards his door. Smoking always calmed his nerves, even if it was considered a bad and dangerous habit. Isaac had never been the type to dwell on such worries though, so for him the habit was nothing to be afraid of.
He headed to the back porch so he could step outside, obviously not the type to be a jerk and smoke indoors. On his way he figured he might as well grab a drink from the fridge, so he steered his path towards the kitchen. Spotting Orrick seated at the counter chowing down on some kinda Chinese food, his seemingly blank stare rested on him for only a moment before going back to the task at hand. Opening the fridge, Isaac bent down and grabbed a strawberry flavored soda, pulling it from the back where the drinks stayed coolest. Once again his eyes found themselves on his room mate, and for the first time he noticed something seemed a bit off about him. Shutting the refrigerator door, Isaac leaned back on it and slowly started to unscrew the lid," Long day at work?" he asked casually, deciding to make small talk even if he wasn't very good at it. It wasn't common for Isaac to strike up a conversation, but something about the mood made him feel as if he should offer himself as a vent of some sort to the rather stressed out looking plumerian.