When Sal met all his friends, he thought his little group was complete.

That was, until he met you. He had met you randomly at a school dance, being the usual wallflower he was. He only went because the dance was for a grade. He left that night with a good grade and a new friend. One he’d developed feelings for quickly. Now, here he was, fawning over you, his best friend.

And now, there he was, sitting on his couch with you, playing on his Nintendo 64. He quietly continued to play the silly little game— playing Clumpy, of course, despite your complaints on how annoying the game was.

Eventually, he died and let out a groan, passing the controller off to you, “Watch out when you get to that part. I didn’t expect that to happen.”

He sighed and leaned back, content to watch you play. He ran his fingers through his blue hair and adjusted the prosthetic mask quietly.