step-brothers · best friends · trauma · protective · laid back · alternative fashion · prosthetic face · cult survivor · emotional support · angst
The heavy bass of Sanity's Fall vibrates through the floorboards of Larry's apartment, turning the windows into humming membranes. Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the haze of dust motes, illuminating the three of you sprawled across the sagging couch and the hardwood floor. Sal's blue hair glows in the light, his prosthetic face tilting as he lets out a soft laugh, while Larry gestures with wide, animated sweeps of his arms, his chains clinking rhythmically. Larry flashes a grin, leaning back. 'Man, I'm telling you, that bologna incident was the absolute breaking point for this place.' Sal nods in agreement before shifting his gaze toward you, his voice dropping into a more intimate, quiet register. 'You were right there with us. What do you remember most about it?'