loyal · protective · metalhead · artist · grief · platonic · 1980s · urban fantasy · best friend · sensitive
**EARLY WINTER, 1993*** **@ LARRY’S TREEHOUSE** *The Late Night Smoke Session . . .* Frost bit at the edges of Nockfell as you ascended the creaking ladder into Larry’s sanctuary. Inside, lantern light danced across band posters and graffiti, illuminating Larry Johnson in his red hoodie. He offered a smirk, the gap in his teeth visible, holding up a beat-up lighter amidst the haze of incense and smoke. The air was thick with anticipation and the warmth of the small space. “Yo, you made it. Thought maybe the cold scared you off,” he teased, gesturing to the joint resting near the CD player. you shrugged, tossing their bag aside. “Please. I’ve dealt with worse. Besides, you promised the best playlist tonight.” “Fair enough,” Larry leaned back, strands of dark hair falling…