LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND COCKROACHES MAY I PRESENT TO YOU THE INFAMOUS

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[chroniker]

"So, what's the deal with the clocks?"

They're standing in the middle of his room in the corner of the little town of Giverny (god knows how she managed to persuade Mom to allow her to fly over all this way), and she can't help but notice how every inch of his wall is covered with the things, big and small, intricate and simple, all ticking and tocking in their own unique way. It's like he had a really creepy obsession with them. But hey, he could've been obsessed with collecting human hair or spiders or something, collecting clocks isn't that half bad.

He blushes (he blushes far too easily, she notes, it makes him look like an overly eager beet at times), and gives a shrug. "Oh, that's a long story, but erm...basically, I've always been fascinated with the inner workings of them. Imagine, gear after gear, winding and turning, yet in perfect harmony with one another...I'd think I'd be here for days if I said why I love them so much."

Yes, thinks Shea, yes you would. But that's alright- it's rather nice, listening to the cadence of his voice flow over the sound of the ticking. Hypnotizing, really. Which is why she's surprised when she suddenly notices he's holding a box and is handing it to her.

What is this? As if to answer her question, he smiles. "It's for you! You know, for exchange of the bracelet. Don't think I've forgotten that!" He waggles the friendship bracelet on his right wrist, as if to remind her, even though she knows he's had it on even since she saw him. Shea takes the box gingerly, and then slowly opens it, all too aware of Cheriour watching her reaction with an eager expression.

Inside is a clock. But not just any clock- this one is beautifully hand-crafted, with thin arrows for hands and painted with a dark forest green that dips and weaves around the face in the guise of carved vines and leaves. She really is struck speechless for a moment, and it almost makes her feel ashamed- how could he make such a work of art that obviously took hours to make in exchange for a simple friendship bracelet?

"Oh. Thank you..." She says, quietly, but even as she says it, she's conscious of someone kissing her gently on the cheek.

Cheriour flushes again, but as he draws back he smiles with a sort of inner pride. "Not a problem, Shea," he says, and just like that, Shea can feel her heart start beating furiously against her chest.

Just like the rapid ticking of a clock...


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[ataraxicarcher]

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