Very frequently, Kris found himself going into town to visit the clock shop.  Everyday, with a broken clock, which was an excuse to see the clock shop worker Tao.

He used to think that he enjoyed sitting in the old rickety wooden chair (handcrafted by the shop) and listening to the clocks that surrounded every inch of the walls around him.  Each and everyone.  Maybe it was the strange calmness of the small shop, or the two hundred or so third hands that made their way around 60 ticks a minute.  

Either way, he found himself falling in love with the clocks.

But of course, it wasn't just the clocks.  It was Huang Zi Tao, a worker at the clock shop.

Or maybe, it was just Tao...yea I think it was just him.  Who loves clocks like a person anyway?

No one.

Who hates time like no other?

Three words.

Huang. Zi. Tao.

Dustyshio here!  I know I shouldn't be starting another fic..but I couldn't help it TT___TT Taoris..

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