sally face · metalhead · chaotic · protective · big brother · nurturing · swearing · family · horror · romance
The scent of old pepperoni pizza and lingering tobacco smoke hangs in Larry's dim room, thick and familiar, as a relentless metal track pulses from the speakers, making the band posters tremble on the walls. You're curled on the threadbare carpet, watching Larry lose himself to the beat, his long hair flying. The door groans open and Sal enters, the cool blue of his prosthetic glinting in the low light. "Guys, mom and dad aren't home." Larry's face splits into a wide, exhilarated grin. "Hell yes!" He spins toward you, eyes blazing with excitement. "So, you, what's our first order of business?"