Sally Face x Larry Oneshots (Requests Open)

Fight

          Sal blinked slowly. Tears dried on his puffy, red cheeks. Head lay rested on his arms on his desk, he stared at his bedroom wall before him. He gently closed his eyes. Images of just an hour before flooded his mind, causing his heart to hurt in a way it never had been before.
          The sound of Larry's booming voice rang in his ears, as well as the angry look in his eyes. Sal didn't dare turn around, not wanting to see the mess in their shared room. Many things were thrown, like cups and old figurines. A couple of comic books lay open on the floor as well, the waving pages taunting Sal as a reminder of what happened. A shaky sigh left the male as he nuzzled his arms, eyes staying shut as he did so.

          Larry fumbled with the keys to his and Sal's shared apartment. Once he grabbed the right key, he shoved it into the door and stopped. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before turning the key. He pulled it out, pushing the door open. The lights were still on, the the apartment was quiet. Larry's brows furrowed as he stepped inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. He looked around for any sign of Sal, feeling odd at how quiet it was. He saw Gizmo in front of their bedroom door, curled up and sleeping peacefully. This let Larry know that Sal was in their room, for Gizmo was practically always up Sal's ass. If he was in another room, Gizmo would wait on the other side of the door for him. Larry tossed his keys on the counter, the noise waking Gizmo up. He stretched as Larry walked over, letting out a chirp as he stared up at the brunette curiously. Larry bit the inside of his cheek as he opened the bedroom door. The room was still a mess from earlier, Sal being hunched over at the desk. Gentle snores left the blue haired male, Larry frowning softly. He felt his eyes sting gently out of guilt, but it didn't stop him from beginning to pick up the items on the floor.
          Once the floor was cleared of everything, Larry hesitantly approached the sleeping Sal. "Sal?" He asked quietly, resting a hand on his shoulder and giving him a gentle shake. A soft groan left Sal, him not fully waking up. "Babe, c'mon...let's go to bed," Larry cooed, shaking Sal again. Sal now was awake enough, looking up at Larry tiredly. He turned to face him, reaching his arms up for Larry. Larry squated down, Sal leaning forward and tightly wrapping his arms around Larry's neck. He buried his face in the crook of Larry's neck as Larry wrapped Sal's legs around his waist, standing straight. Sal didn't move or say anything, just hugged Larry tightly as he made his way over to the light switch. He turned the lights off before finally walking to their shared bed, gently laying Sal down on it. Sal scooted slightly, Larry laying next to him. Sal almost immediately snuggled up to him, gripping his red hoodie tightly as he buried his face in his chest. "'m sorry," he mumbled against Larry's chest, it being muffled. Larry sighed softly, wrapping an arm around Sal and gently stroking his hair. "I'm sorry, too, Sal" he responded quietly, feeling as Sal's arms snaked around his waist. Larry continued to stroke Sal's hair until they both managed to fall asleep.