Record vinyls were all but the only thing to keep the peace between you and the group of kids who followed you around like lost ducks.

They'd been nothing but loud and annoying since you'd invited them over, so it was in your best interest to save yourself the trouble of a headache by playing your only unscathed vinyl: Smoke Sprite by the artist feeding into your sanity, So Yoon.

As you lay on the bed after kicking them all off and making them stay on the floor instead, you were pleasantly surprised to find them quietly occupying themselves with something other than you.

Music echoed quietly as you watched them silently, wondering what the fuck you were supposed to do with them now.