[ Just give him a moment to make a face - not at Jingyi, but at the very memory of what happened. Twice. Twice. Eyes are trying to roll into the back of his head.

Sigh. Okay. Okay! ] The first one told the time in colours, and it's not the same every day. And the second one I got split the time between...subjects.

[ He points in directions, not really caring for distance. Voice as flat as British pancakes. ] Study, sports, food, fun. [ He's going to inwardly groan himself out of existence, even as he admits: ] To be honest, that one wouldn't be so bad to set up around the place...

[ A part of him has still been drained by his fight with the train over clocks. He hates clocks. He doesn't want to even look at a clock again anyway. ]