The light of the lamps flickered on as the sun set, drowning the park in darkness. Distant club music filled the air with rhythmic thumping, though the floors were likely still empty. Nobody danced so early in the night.
There on a bench, Jacket struggled to open the cassette. Better now that it was quiet, free from human chatter. Didn’t help that the damn tape got stuck and was filling in the void with it’s own version of being a demented person.
“Ｉ ｂｒｏｕｇｈｔ ｙｏｕ ａ // Ｐｌｅａｓｅ．// Ｐｌｅａｓｅ．// Ｐｌｅａｓｅ ｅｎｊｏｙ．” Jacket smacked his tape recorder with the flat of his hand. Why was it fucking up now? Frustration. He really didn’t need to deal with this today.
Pain flared in his head again, likely a complaint from his brain having to work out problems. Was this shit just going to be a constant thing now? A bad temper lit in his gut, and he dropped his cassette player to hold at his temple, hands brushing over the fresh scarring. Still sore from where the stitches had been taken out just this morning.
Wait. He squinted his eyes open for a moment. Even as the pain subsided, the sound still continued. Almost like... Footsteps. Jacket looked up from his troubles, blank stare meeting the backside of... Okay. He closed his eyes, counted to ten, and opened them again. Still there. Giant robot. Okay.
“Ｗｈａｔ ａ ｌｏｖｅｌｙ ｄａｙ， ｒｉｇｈｔ？ // Ａｕｓ ｗｉｅ ｅｉｎ ｓｃｈｅｉｓｓ Ａｕｔｏｕｎｆａｌｌ．” The recorder spat out before going quiet again. Snatching it up, he held it close to his body to try and smother the sound.
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