A day of love. How pleasant.
Having managed to buy himself a small bouquet from a florist, the steaming machine-like man made it’s move throughout the sectors-- reaching the pleasant scenery of Sector oo6. With steam exhausting from his body, his metal frame took a seat on the ground besides a bench-- the red in his eye dulling as he gently held the bouquet in his large hand.
And quietly, the man waited. What was he waiting for? ... Well, he didn’t quite know yet.
The man, upon some fleeting memories, the urge to buy some flowers. And a small sorrow had filled him. And... here he was, sitting in the park, with some birds having perched onto his steel shoulders. ... Then, another Servant came along.
“... My, if it isn’t Caster! Off on your way to a date?”
Speaking to the man trapped in a child’s body, the man trapped within a metal body spoke pleasantly-- and perhaps he was smiling a tad underneath as well.