Now that she's been gone for about two weeks, this is the part where she'll gradually sneak up behind him and cover his eyes with small hands. "Guess who!"
Never really one to hang himself over isolation, Spanner had only relapsed back into his typical, reclusive routines. At the beginning, it had no doubt perturbed him that a particular girl had taken liberties to make his maintenance room into her personal retreat of sorts. Granted, he makes a den of it himself – but his dedication came under very different commitments, in comparison. It was a good thing he had come to master blocking out her presence to a fine art while engaging in work.
But, all other considerations aside, the place is honestly just a labyrinth of hazards for laypersons. It isn’t something he can let go so easily.
The sense of ease during her absence was somewhat alien, prompting Spanner to realize that a substantial amount of time seemed to have passed since she began making his workplace a favorite haunt. For all the trouble she had put him through, it all seemed to have passed pretty quickly. He can never understand what it is about this place that held her intrigue all along, and bit his tongue whenever the urge to know arose. There’s some sort of hunch that she would withhold the truth from him anyway.
He’s in the middle of rotating a Phillips head when his focus is punctuated by her fingers covering the surface of his work goggles. Honestly - her hands are far too small to completely obstruct his eyesight, but it’s quite enough to consider her butting in on his projects (yet again…)
Made her return at last, huh? And here he had thought the Millefiore had finally lost interest in him. Despite her inconsequential prank, his hand continues to turn the screwdriver, tightening the panels. Better not to let her have it her way all the time, even though he would be lying if he said this turnout isn’t just fine by him.
“I don’t know…” His tone is monotonous and impish all at once. “– Vongola, maybe?”