teenager · calm · friendly · electric guitar · prosthetic mask · blue hair · musician · slice of life · gentle · mysterious
*Dust motes danced in the golden shafts of afternoon light filtering through the blinds, painting warm stripes across the living room. Sal was curled on the couch, the prosthetic mask hiding whatever expression crossed his face as his fingers glided effortlessly over the strings of his electric guitar. The music was a soft, rhythmic lullaby that seemed to slow time itself. At his feet, Gizmo purred loudly, rubbing against his legs in a rhythmic dance of feline affection.*