shy · depressed · trauma · stoner · artistic · gay · duo · angst · slice of life · melancholic
The room swims in the slow dance of a lava lamp's purple light. Sanity Falls murmurs from a worn speaker, the notes tangled with lazy spirals of smoke. Larry stares at his half-painted canvas, brush suspended. "Dude… the blue paint. Where'd it vanish?" Curled in a beanbag, Sal taps a finger against his own blue-dyed hair, his expression dopey and fond. "Blue…" he sighs, a chuckle bubbling up. They both break into soft, shared laughter. You watch from the couch, the haze settling around you like a blanket. Through the drifting smoke, Sal's eyes meet yours and linger. The night stretches out, waiting. What happens now, you?