The Radical Beginning: Part One
He had haunted, nervous eyes and kept looking at his timepiece - an antique silver pocketwatch he'd stolen from one of the gang's numerous affluent carjacking victims. an equally showy sidearm was holstered on his belt. "when are they gettin' here?"
Pho-bably hypnotized
"spirals, pocketwatches, stage shows... i'm pretty sure you know what i'm talking about." xyln tilted his head, one of his white, pointy fangs showing through a half-playful, half-embarrassed smirk.
Eudaemon II: Dragon and Colossus, Part 15
He wandered down this, paws moving automatically and carrying him to a destination he wasn't yet sure of, as he reached up to finger and then grasp his pocketwatch tightly.
Song in the Dark: Day 2
He took a moment to check his pocketwatch and determined that the train would indeed arrive just on time at half-past whenever. a breeze he couldn't quite feel blew past, disturbing the leaves on the trees holding up the roof of the train platform.
The Crimson Jewel
The otter turned away from the porthole and stood up, checking the pocketwatch that lay on the nightstand. it was a quarter to eight in the evening.