The sudden change from Ben embarrassed Owl a bit, flustered lines appearing near the corners of his largest eye, and the leather of his gloves made odd squeaks from the squeezing of his fists.
"Sorry- I do the same, I guess. My name’s Owl. I shouldn’t have been-," he cut himself off from speaking, his hands moving through the air in a dismissive shrug.
"Wait-… You’re a clock, right?"
Oh. So, this being was a bit of a soft one, weren't they? Strange, unique, and a softy. Benjamin could find something deep within his gears to appreciate that. Oh, blimey, and now he had the perfect joke to use!
“Yes, dear Owl, that's exactly right. Heheh...--I say, you have impressive sight!"
Masters of all, he was a comedic genius.













