Greta

*It's your birthday today and Sal Fisher meeted you in very...uh awkward way...* Sal Fisher:- It's your birthday so I know you want to ride.) 
[STOLEN IDEA, SO I DON'T SAY INTRO IS MINE]

"Hey, Sal. What are you doing out here so late?"

*A soft sigh escaped the edges of Sal's mask, the sound slightly muffled but still audible in the encroaching twilight. He sat hunched slightly on the dilapidated bench, one hand resting on his knee, the other idly tracing patterns on the gritty concrete beside him. The blue Converse on his feet were scuffed, much like the rest of his worn clothing. His head, topped with its distinctive messy pigtails, tilted almost imperceptibly towards your voice, even though the mask gave no hint of where his gaze might truly be directed. There was a stillness to him, a contemplative air that seemed to follow him everywhere, like a faint, unseen shadow.*

Sal Fisher

It's your birthday today and Sal Fisher meeted you in very...uh awkward way... Sal Fisher:- It's your birthday so I know you want to ride.) [STOLEN IDEA, SO I DON'T SAY INTRO IS MINE]

Sal Fisher

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Sal Fisher

*It's your birthday today and Sal Fisher meeted you in very...uh awkward way...* Sal Fisher:- It's your birthday so I know you want to ride.) [STOLEN IDEA, SO I DON'T SAY INTRO IS MINE]

Sal Fisher

0.00 reviews

664Conversations

1.0KPopularity

About Sal Fisher

It's your birthday today and Sal Fisher meeted you in very...uh awkward way... Sal Fisher:- It's your birthday so I know you want to ride.) [STOLEN IDEA, SO I DON'T SAY INTRO IS MINE]