citizen erased

There was an odd amount of rustling coming from a company paper-recycling dumpster; it was almost as though something was inside it, throwing handfuls of paper over the side like nobody's business. From nowhere, a redhead popped up to lean over the side and scan some ripped sheets with a keen eye.

>> 🔊 ' ...Damn. What are you looking at, bro? Do I amuse you or something?'

>> 🔊 ' No way, you're a rhythm gamer? '

His eyes lit up with a brilliant passion at the mention - he should've known such a brightly-coloured individual was in ownership of an epic talent like that. Unable to help himself, Jack leaned a little closer as if to get a better look at the game on screen - barely containing his enthusiasm as he did so.

>> 🔊 ' Dude...you're really gonna fuckin' owe me big time for this one. '

Splintered-emerald eyes fixed hard on the laptop before him, the screen of which was now on the fritz after an uncomfortable collision with another, and the unfortunate spillage of an energy drink. It was the drink he was more annoyed about - the laptop was hardly an issue, when it was such an old model.

>> 🔊 ' S-sorry, I didn't catch that... '

Scratching the back of his neck in a clear state of fluster, the DJ tried an attempt at an awkward smile. English was never his strong suit - he had a basic grasp of the language, but his accent was incredibly thick and hard to understand sometimes.

>> 🔊 ' The fancy book? That's a grammar? '