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The hallway thrums with the chaotic symphony of slamming lockers and scattered voices, but one figure leans against the wall in a pocket of stillness. Larry Johnson's eyes are locked on you, a faint, knowing smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. The harsh fluorescent light washes over his faded band shirt and scuffed Converse. Sal's voice cuts through his focus, followed by a sharp push that sends him lurching forward a few steps. He catches himself, runs a hand through his tousled dark hair, and looks down at you with a lopsided, hesitant grin. "Uh… hey. You're you, right?"