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It did not come to the haka's attention that Amikai might have been in pain from remaining crouched over the desk for so long. Having grown up that way Tensa was used to such long hours in a fairly unmoving position, and never really had such a problem with muscle kinks. Besides, Amikai hid his discomfort with trained ease, making sure Tensa's back was turned before he grimaced and rubbed his shoulders.

The telling snap of the joint in his neck caused light eyebrows to lift. Amikai snatched his hand out of Tensa's own.
"Are you alr--"

"Thank you, Riyuyi-sama, I will see you tomorrow morning." Amikai said, in an obvious attempt to distract his attention. Tensa's smile morphed into displeasure with his discovery of his employee's attempts to elude his attention. Holding Amikai hostage with his reluctance to answer, Tensa looked him over, noting the very stiff, reclusive posture his employee had taken. Perhaps it was just because it was a long day, he'd see if this would become a pattern.
"Good day, Amikai."

Tensa waited and watched Amikai leave before he returned to the front desk, sketching some designs. He'd close shop at sundown and awaken at sun-up, and would be at the front desk when his employee returned.

Tensa was just coming 'round when Amikai appeared at his front door. Nowhere near close to opening shop, he was actually half nude when the dark head of his employee peeped through the window. In the orange light of the dawning sun cast through the his windows, his skin seemed to glow ever more, the light haloing around his almost white hair. The strange device was on it's proper place on his hand, and he was flexing it curiously. Fibers extended from the base clamped over the mark on his hand, extending to points over his fingertips, as he clenched his hand, the fibers pulled and the little device revved. It had a faint glow emerging from the center of the device. Tensa flexed that hand rythmically as he walked through the shop, combing through his hair first, brushing his teeth, checking up on a few things before finally putting on his kimono and banishing that device to the confines of his pocket.

Not once did the slender haka notice the gehaka peeping through his window.

At last-- dressed and ready to open, Tensa pulled open the door to his shop, the last person he expected to see at this hour being the one who greeted him.
"Oh! G'morning!"

"I wasn't expecting you until..." Tensa checked inside to one of the many many clocks. He frowned, was Amikai here for work already? Surely he knew eleven wasn't anywhere near sunup... Silver eyes slid shut and Tensa rubbed his brow as a bow labeled STUPIDITY shot into his brain. Of course he didn't know. So here he was, at seven, ready for work. Tensa looked back outside, wondering for a moment what to do.

"Ah! I know. Amikai, I had completely forgotten one of the clocks you finished yesterday had been preordered to be delivered when completed." He walked inside and pointed to one of the clocks, "I've got a cart in the back, can you bring it 'round front and help me load this, so it can be delivered? You'll be able to see it easily under the overhang."

It was a hand drawn cart, usually used for passengers, but Tensa used it solely to transport heavy materials, and for deliveries. He dissappeared into the back to prepare bedding to cushion the large clock for the ride. The haka who bought it specifically required it to be operational when it was delivered, as he had no desire to assemble it himself, however, he was a connesseur for all things exotic, and few things made a statement like this tall piece of furniture about to be delivered.

Tensa brushed past Amikai as he walked inside, arms full of bedding to line the cart in so the polished wood of the clock would not get dirty or scuffed during the trip. To the sides he also attached long straps to hold it down. While the streets were fairly smooth, it did no one an advantage to take needless risks. Nimble hands completed the task quickly, and he returned inside to grab a wheeled lever to lift the large clock.

He found Amikai already attempting to lift it, but stopped him. The wheeled lever had a tall back with a handle, and a flat steel base, with two wheels suspended beneath it, like a medieval dolly. He slid the base underneath the clock's feet, and experimentally holding onto the frame, leaned back. He staggered under the weight and soon had to tip it back to its original position.
"Amikai, I'll need you to tip this back and wheel it out to the cart, then...Well you'll have to lift it manually to get it inside, but this way you won't have to carry it the entire way. I'll hold the clock to the back while you push, so it doesn't slide off."

This hanze's quick mind realized his limitations and used mechanical knowlege and physics to overcome his inherant physical weakness. While it was a severe dissappointment to not be able to just flex his natural limbs and get the job done faster, he by no means let them stop him for long. That was one of the reasons why he was able to survive so long without an assisting gehaka, but even he had to admit the delay and ineffeciency was not worth the pride in his being able to do it all himself.
Still...

Tensa's mirror eyes watched Amikai with a completely unreadable expression, waiting for the dark skinned gehaka to move before assisting holding the clock in place.

Tensa watched Amikai with mild amusement as he struggled with the dollie for a moment. That was the reaction he generally got when testing a new contraption, he could see the expectation that he would crash and burn behind every hanze's eyes. Some sported worry or concern, others anger and confusion, and yet others laughed at his trials. Tensa's experiments failed more often than not, as theory often did not hold up to reality, but when he did succeed, it was spectacular.

The sights he set his latest experiment on, was haka flight. Yes, flight. He had no idea how he could possibly make it an efficient mode of anything. It would probably just end up a one time recreational thing, but the point of it was-- he would be the first Haka to achieve artificial flight. He would...Or he should go down in history for that feat. The haka smiled to himself for a moment. Preliminary tests were going well, but it was hard to keep such a thing a secret.

Golden hands steadied the clock as his employee wheeled it out to the cart. The ride was smooth and even the stop of the door didn't hinder their progress. Soon he stopped Amikai as they stood before the cart.
"That wasn't so bad was...it?" He asked, pausing as he looked around the side of the clock to see Amikai's expression. His ear's twitched a tad as he stepped back and waited for the gehaka to load the furniture.

Tensa hopped into the cart and quickly strapped the machine in, lovingly insuring no ill would befall his handiwork. He really was too precious about the things he created. Letting a smooth hand brush the side of the wooden contraption, Amikai's voice brought him back to the present.

"The address...? Oh! Oh the address!" He dug around in the pocket of his kimono, pushing aside the things there to pull out the rolled paperwork where he wrote the name of his client. Unrolling it, bright eyes read the scrawled characters.

"Ouho residence. It lies north of the financial side of downtown, where the houses start. You must know them, the really big houses? All bankers and sort live there." He said, knowing Amikai would likely know exactly where the weathier hanze tended to live. If not, he could give instructions street by street.

He stepped off the cart and pulled the dollie up to rest beside the clock on the floor. Waiting beside the cart, he looked for Amikai to take his place to pull it.

The time flew by very quickly for the mechanically inclined hanze. He kept his mind busy with building his flight prototype. He'd finished the preliminary designs and was putting the miniature together on a small haka doll. The wing type looked like a bat wing, the gears spring wound, as was most of his smaller contraptions. The bigger ones, well, he was working on an alternate power source, but that was still leagues away.

He had put the last touches on the model and was winding it when Amikai returned with empty cart in tow. For a moment he was distracted by the slow and rythmic flaring and retracting of one wing at a time. He looked back down at his prototype, miserable little wood and paper construction it was. Well, it was time to fly or flop, as it was.

He motioned for his gehaka to watch as he finished turning the crank key he fashioned for it, and placed it in his pocket. Holding the wings still, he suddenly lifted his arms and tossed the haka doll airborne, the wings snapping to action and flapping like a bird just released. Catching air the haka darted skyward, in a slow spiral it continued to gain lift until it crested over the nearby trees. It was an astounding success for such a rough prototype.

When the gears ran out of power, the wings suddenly stopped their flapping and like a rock the haka dropped from the sky, crashing to the ground ungracefully. By that point Tensa, absolutely delighted, was laughing quite mirthfully, almost doubled over. He really couldn't have asked for more on his first test. The mangled state of the prototype didn't phase him at all. He walked up to it and scooped the doll up, cradling the broken object fondly.
"You look like you need a break." He said, watching Amikai park the cart.