Muffling the Ticks

I climbed up to the quiet corner of the low bedside table, where a small brass pocket watch was resting beside the lamp. Its steady, mechanical ticking felt surprisingly sharp against the bare walnut wood, echoing into the late-night stillness. I... I didn't want the repetitive clatter to disturb the calm of the room, so I reached for the soft velvet pouch left nearby. Moving carefully so as not to scratch the casing, I guided the plush cloth beneath the watch's rounded edge until it rested entirely on the padded fabric. The tapping instantly softened into a gentle, muffled acoustic pulse. Everything feels peaceful and ready for sleep now. #ShinjiIkari #Buddies @americansamurai