Sal woke up cramped into the corner of Larry's bed with him nowhere in sight. The boy stretched, waiting to hear some satisfying pops before exiting the warm covers. He cringed and sighed as his feet hit the cold ground, instinctively pulling them back up into the safety of the bed. Sal decided it would be best if he just got over himself, so he quickly planted both feet onto the ground and ignored the coldness.
"Lar?" He called out, walking out of Larry's room. The boy rounded the corner and walked into the kitchen, where he saw his crush making (or trying to make for lack of better words) waffles. Sal's favorite breakfast. "Good,Leningrad master chef." The bluenette said, walking over to where Larry was standing.
"Morning Blue." Larry replied, cursing the waffles again as he burnt himself. Sal laughed and started helping prepare the meal. The boy loves to bake, and could cook up a men's meal- Larry not so much. The only thing he could make? Instant noodles.
"No, don't touch that, it's hot." Sal said in a stern voice, yet still loving and sarcastic. Larry sighed as he went to touch the hit part again, stopped by Sal who grabbed his hand then smacked it. "No. Touchy. I swear you're a toddler." Sal said jokingly. Larry chuckled and grabbed Sal's hands, then locked eyes with him and smiled a bit.
They stood still for a while, holding hands in the same position- about a foot apart, arms in front of one another with hands locked together, both staring into one another's eyes. Larry stopped for a moment, scooting closer to Sal before the smoke alarm went off and they both started laughing as Larry realized he left the waffles inside the iron.
He swiftly removed them, placing the slightly burnt waffles onto a plate. Then he proceeded to burn himself for the fifth time that day. Sal rolled his eyes before grabbing some burn cream and wrapping up Larry's slightly burnt hand.
"There. Now if you burn your hand again I'm going to chop it off." Sal smiled, booping Larry's nose before grabbing his plate of waffles and walking over to the couch and sitting down. Larry joined him, sitting right beside his friend instead of on the other cushion- they were basically sharing a seat. "Ya know there's more space if you need it, right?" Sal asked, poking Larry's side playfully.
"I-erm... yeah, sorry I should give you some space little dude." Larry said, blushing and scooting away from his smaller friend. Sal gently placed a hand on Larry's shoulder.
"You don't have to scoot, I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable." Sal smiled, unclipping his prosthetic and turning to eat. Larry chuckled, scooting back over to his friend and stuffing his face full of waffles.
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Larry stared at Sal longer than a normal person would stare at someone they considered 'just a friend'. He snapped out of it and let his hand drift lightly across the canvas, attempting to capture the boy's eyes perfectly. Once he managed to get it somewhat decent he peered at the clock, putting his head in his hands and sighing.
"Tired?" Sal asked, getting up and putting his head on the boy's shoulder from behind. "It looks good." Sal smiled. Larry leaned into the boy, smiling.
"Yeah... can we go to bed?" He asked, turning to face his friend.
"No ones stoping you." Sal said teasingly, pressing his fake nose against Larry's real nose before walking over to one of his drawers. Sal tossed Larry a pair of pajamas and stretched.
"Aren't you tired? It's one." Larry said in a groggy, sleep filled voice.
"Larry, hun, I am the master of insomnia. I could go for another four hours and no one could stop me." Sal said playfully. Larry simply nodded before leaving the room to change. When he came back, Sal was flipping through one of his sketch books. "Damn Lar. You really like to draw me. I'm just that attractive, hm?" Sal smiled, winking.
"Haha, very funny. C'mon, give it back short stack." Larry said, snatching the book from Sal's hands.
"Whatever tall boy. Your art is beautiful, by the way. Breathtaking if I may say so." Sal smiled. Larry climbed into bed, throwing the covers over himself before parting the empty space beside him. Sal laughed a bit, climbing in beside him.
They slept as far apart as they could, backs facing each other. But both of them loved it...
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Sapphire Sins (Sallary)
FanfictionNo one noticed the blue haired boy, unless it was to make fun of his prosthetic face. Henry Fisher, the father of the boy, decided that maybe moving to some place new would help lift the boy's spirits. Sal didn't think it would work, he thought tha...
