closed for: @callme-harris
where: under the sea prom
With a wolf whistle that could be heard even over the music, Sal approaches his friend with a smile on his face at just seeing him there.
"Don't you scrub up well," He teases, well aware that both of their fathers would be less irked men if the pair of them opted for lines of work that saw them in suits every day rather than some form of trouble, "This whole thing is taking me right back."










