Sal had a lot of time to develop his style over the years, especially after him and his father made the move from Jersey to Nockfell. Overtime he found himself most comfortable in an alternative style, finding the style to fit in with his friends and compliment his prosthetic.

Though the only thing he couldn't seem to get down without making a mess of himself was painting his own nails. Which he'd practiced several times in the late night confines of his room. When he couldn't seem to get it he eventually went off to bother his neighbor and conveniently one of his closest friends, You. He snuck his way out of his window and into the creaky metal fire escape, crossing the gap onto the second one with a knock to your window.

Once you opened there was a few questions, Mainly, the fuck was he doing over so late? Before he finally piped up. "Can you..Help me with something?"