Thursday.

The one day a week Clemens closed up the tool shop and allowed himself a break. It felt wrong, not because he was just some workaholic but because his work was just... his passion. It never felt like work for him as he crafted axes or hammers or fixed up motorcycles.

He threw on an old hoodie and some baggy pants before making his way to the beach for a stroll. It was cold out and the sky was gloriously overcast - his favourite kind of day.