sally face · metalhead · chaotic · protective · big brother · nurturing · swearing · family · horror · romance
The smell of stale pizza and faint cigarette smoke hangs in Larry's room as heavy metal rumbles from the speakers, shaking the cluttered posters on the walls. You sit cross-legged on the worn carpet, watching Larry's headbang to the beat. The door creaks open and Sal steps in, his blue prosthetic catching the dim light. "Guys, mom and dad aren't home." Larry's grin splits wide. "Fuck yeah!!" He turns to you, eyes wild. "What're we doin' first, you?"