No, it wasn't the rain now that bothered him, it was the coldness it brought with it. He'd often enjoy the cool nights after long days in the backroom and fall asleep with no blanket, only to wake up with a stuffed up nose. It was always so bothersome to deal with. He really needed to invent something to get around this problem. He'd save that for later, he had other things to work on today. It had been a slow week which left him time to work on schematics. He had been working on a few different things, a suit that would enable someone to walk beneath the water, a glove that could cause explosions or fire to shoot out when it was used to punch something, and a hook that could be shot to grapple something, he was thinking of calling it the hooking grappler or grapple hooked. He usually thought of names after he made the invention, the right name would always come to him eventually.
With a small "Hup!" Boston hopped out of bed and onto the cold floor of his room. He began his morning like any other. Throwing on his usual outfit, though he kept his sleeves down today. Too cold for him to do otherwise. After he was dressed he made his way to kitchen where he whipped up an easy breakfast. Bread with jam and a piece of fruit. It was simple, cheap, but filling. Chances were he'd forget to have lunch and potentially dinner, so it was good to have something filling. Going back to his bed he pulled out a large chest and undid the latches. Inside the long, thin chest there were several legal papers and permits as well as five smaller chests which contained his money. He grabbed one of the small chests and slid the larger chest back to its old spot.
After that he had thought about combing his hair or at least trying to cleaning himself up a little, but decided he wasted enough time on this morning nonsense and instead made his way downstairs to the backroom, carrying the small chest of coins with him. Nearly tripping over a box of parts and almost dropping the chest, he swore under his breath and hopped the rest of the way over to the door leading to the rest of the shop, passing a few tables with stacks of paper and parts upon them. There was only one semi clear table, only having a small metal box and some loose gears upon it. It was a music box in the works, he was working on a new fine, one he couldn't get out of his head, while at the same time not being able to remember all the notes. He had gotten close a few times, but it was always slightly off. This current one just needed a few more gears and he'd be able to tell if he actually managed to get it, though he'd tackle that later. Hopefully...
Opening the door Boston found the store to be, as he had expected, empty. That was good considering they were closed, though at the same time it felt a bit lonely. Belle had been gone a few months now, but he still wasn't over it, it was still so odd to actually own this place. He hoped he was meeting her expectations and was making her proud, wherever she was. He lifted himself onto the counter, set the chest down in an open drawer and slid over the counter to the other side of it. With a half-skip, a hop to his step, Boston made his way to the main door of the store.Opening the door sounded the six bells attached to it and four bells in the backroom, though from here the backroom bells were much quieter and muffled. He quickly turned over the closed sign to open, trying not to get bombard by the rain, not that it was pouring, but rather he rather not be wet while working on schematics.
He looked out from the window on the door into the empty street. It looked like it was going to be a slow day for him, which was more than okay for him, more time for himself. He went back into the backroom, sliding over the counter again and shutting the open drawer to hide the treasure away from anyone who may try to nab it. In the backroom he settled down at the table that mainly covered in papers and got to work, humming a rather upbeat tune to himself. He decided to start working on something new. He had been putting all his effort into his three new inventions and it was starting to get tiresome, he needed something new and exciting to work on, he just wasn't sure what. It was always the worst part trying to figure out what to do. Either there were too many ideas or there weren't any ideas. It was hard to be in that middle ground. The three ideas he had been working on weren't even for a specific purpose, he was just making them to make them. It would be nice to actually invent something someone wanted. He just wasn't sure what people wanted...If only he had someone to come by and give him some form of idea, he would make anything at this point.