Who Fucking Cares? (Sally Face x Larry)

Broken Elevator

The elevator's light dimly flashed, the doors clicking open. Larry was standing in the elevator, seeming fine enough. "What's up little dude? What are you yelling about?"

Larry stepped out, Sal stepping back to allow him exit. "I think the walkie talkies are busted," he said, waving the hunk of plastic around. The static was louder now, a hell of a lot louder. Larry took the childish toy and removed the batteries, silencing it. "Yeah, I was gonna take mine to Todd but the elevator was busted. Addison needs to fix it."

"What do you mean it was busted?" He looked up to Larry Johnson, studying the other boy. There was a small scratch on his face but that was it.

"It wouldn't let me click the button," he said, shrugging. "Like... I dunno, when I hit it it didn't respond. So I came up here."

Sal nodded and looked at the elevator. "Alright then. We'll I guess you're staying up here cause I'm not chancing that crazy thing."

"Alright Sally face, you're the man."

"Yea, I'm the man," Sal muttered, walking back into his apartment.

Larry lingered for a moment, seeming a little out of it before following Sal into his home.