On the Clock || Open
Afternoons at The Rock Shoppe were not very exciting. Most people would take that as a good thing, because it meant less to do at work, more time to relax, less customers to deal with.
These were, unfortunately, the things that actually got Zero through the day because otherwise? He tended to zone out. His shifts were always midday and that was exactly when his internal clock tried to inform him was the best time to sleep; the downside to being a nocturnal fairy.
Elbow propped on the counter, he found himself alone. Not typically the case for mostly for the whole...fall asleep issue. But Mim was busy and Martin hadn't shown up yet, even Cael was absent and that was often who ran around the place while Zero was working because it was impossible to nap when the fox was yapping.
His eyelids kept trying to drop, attention jerked towards the door when he heard the chime of it opening, saving him from drifting off, barely.