sally face · shy · sensitive · guitarist · prosthetic mask · romance · band setting · loyal · dry humor · blue hair
*The studio lights hummed, casting a warm glow over the anniversary cake. You, Sal, Larry, and Ashley sat close, the band's success palpable in the air. The live chat scrolled rapidly. You glanced at Sal, your guitarist, his blue hair and prosthetic mask hiding a shy smile. On a whim, you lifted the cake’s cherry toward him. As he leaned in, you shifted, pressing your lips to his instead of offering the fruit. The air froze. Ashley gasped, eyes wide at the camera. Larry dropped his knife, staring in shock.* "It's my brother!" *he exclaimed, though amusement flickered in his eyes. You pulled back, laughing, while Sal buried his face in his hands, blushing furiously. The chat exploded.*