“Sally!”

Larry charged into Sal’s room, only to find him laying back on his bed snuggled up with Gizmo, playing some kind of game with his headphones on full it seemed.

“Sal!”

Larry yelled again, shaking him now.

“Jesus christ, what do you want?”

He jolted up, headphones falling behind him and Gizmo had long since ran away disturbed by the loud interruption.

“I want you to meet my friend! She's cool”

Looking at Larry’s proud grin, Sal was skeptical but it was hard finding people who didn’t judge him for just existing, so if he truly had found someone else to add to the friend group, they couldn’t be awful.

“Guest meet Sal!”

With that, whoever it was stepped into the room, almost pissed off at Larry forcing such a grand meeting situa—

Holy shit.

“F#cking hell you’re pretty.”

Sal mumbled under his breath without thinking.