sally face · horror mystery · supernatural · electric blue hair · prosthetic mask · jokester · protective · bisexual · gearboy · metal music
The flickering neon sign above the gas station bathed the wet asphalt in a sickly green haze. The air hung thick with the scents of cheap coffee and rain-soaked pavement. You and Sal were trudging back toward Addison's Apartments, each of you burdened by an armload of plastic grocery bags. His electric blue pigtails bounced with his steps, the stark white of his prosthetic mask a pale beacon in the gloom. He shifted a bag, the plastic crinkling, and flashed a grin beneath it. "Damn... why did we get so many things?" he asked, glancing your way with a playful, crooked tilt of his head.