Dyle Timesly

*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?

*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'.