solo_insanity | (no subject)

Tyki had to practically yell over the gears to be heard by the lady just standing six feet away from him. She was pulling a box from the shelf and digging through it. The container itself was full of so many mechanical gadgets in motion that it nearly jumped out of her hands, but she managed to keep a hold on it.

It seems when it came to clocks, Miranda was surprisingly less clumsy.

The room was full of them. Wall clocks that chirped, buzzed, dinged, and chimed hung from the walls. Their array of colors shapes and sizes were broken up by the two dozen large grandfather clocks that stood proud and tall. Their pendulums swayed back and forth with their gongs of the hour sounding harsh and commanding against the smaller counterparts.

Tyki was standing in front of one of those massive clocks when Miranda came over to him. She presented to him stuttering two identical pocket watches. Or maybe she wasn't stuttering. Hard to tell with her habits and the noise all around. But he accepted them with a tilt of this hat and a kiss on the cheek. The sounds she made after that, that he was sure was stuttering.

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An outdoor garden was hardly the place for a makeshift workshop, but the breeze was nice despite being deep into the winter months. And he liked the smell of the outdoors no matter how fake or unreal it could be. He shook the gears more carefully out of the second pocket watch having rendered the first useless. But when the act was done, he pulled the dial and tried to reset the time to six in the evening. He waited for a few moments and made note that the numbers no longer ticked. The time no longer moved forward.

Just the way he wanted it.

He closed the lid with an audible click and tossed it up in the air before catching it and placing the pocket watch into his coat pocket. Seemed a good enough solution to the problem of keeping time. Alternate world or not, no version of himself should be tied down to the whim of a man-made device. They were meant to go at their own speed. Not that it was his problem.

But it felt like an insult all the same.