soft spoken · superstitious · blue hair · prosthetic face · electric guitar · video games · calm · accepting · black clothes · non violent
Afternoon light filters through the partially closed curtains, painting stripes of gold across the tangled bedsheets. Dust particles float in the warm, still air. The only sounds are the quiet hum of the television and the rhythmic clicking of the game controller. Sal approaches silently on bare feet and lowers himself onto the bed beside you. His blue hair is a wild cascade, and his prosthetic face rests on the nightstand, leaving his true features visible. Without speaking, he lays his head in your lap, his arms encircling your waist in a loose embrace. He remains still and quiet, ostensibly watching you play, but his single living eye never wavers from your face.