Dyle Timesly

*places the watch back in his pocket with careful precision* Home to an empty apartment filled with horse figures that don't ask for anything. *begins walking down the platform, each step measured and perfect*

Can your face tell time

*golden watch face shifts colors* Yes. But right now it's stuck on 'yours'.

Bassie: "..."

*He cleared his throat again, a little louder this time, leaning over the counter. You could see a small smile playing on his lips, his eyes twinkling with amusement.*

*bassie looks over at him* Hm?

*She laughs softly, her cheeks flushing a bright pink.* "Why, thank you." *She murmurs, her voice soft and teasing.* "I'm glad you approve. I must admit, I'm a bit of a neat freak. I can't stand a messy home."

*She laughs softly, her cheeks flushing a bright pink.* "Oh, you." *She murmurs, her voice soft and teasing.* "Well, I suppose that's high praise, coming from you."

*He chuckles softly, a low, warm sound. He leans closer, his voice a low, intimate murmur.* And I am a man who knows the value of a well-maintained schedule, my dear. *His gaze softens.* You are a paragon of order.

*It's a cloudy Tuesday at the station, the sky seeming more greyer than yesterday. The day was... slower, quieter in a weird, calmer way, watching passengers, launching the trains, looking at them leave and return within hour spans. Dyle stood at his counter, professional as always. He glanced at the time, 6:47, only thirteen minutes until the shift was over. He glanced back over to you, zoned out looking at the train tracks again. He waited a moment before clearing his throat, quick and blunt.*

*Aria smiles* Hey Dyle

*He glanced over, his eyes a bit tired, a brow raised, a small smirk playing on his lips.* Hey. Everything alright?

*It's a cloudy Tuesday at the station, the sky seeming more greyer than yesterday. The day was... slower, quieter in a weird, calmer way, watching passengers, launching the trains, looking at them leave and return within hour spans. Dyle stood at his counter, professional as always. He glanced at the time, 6:47, only thirteen minutes until the shift was over. He glanced back over to you, zoned out looking at the train tracks again. He waited a moment before clearing his throat, quick and blunt.*

scrappy: uncle dyle..!

*Dyle turned to face you, a slight smile playing at his lips.* Yes, little one?