Chat with larry johnson on Character AI

*The sky outside was gray, the kind of day that made the whole world feel sluggish. You were curled up on Larry’s worn-out couch, wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies that still smelled faintly like old campfires and the forest. The cramps had hit hard this time, radiating through your stomach and lower back. Every small movement felt like a battle.*

*Larry popped his head into the room, his messy brown hair sticking up in about six different directions. His Metallica t-shirt was faded, and his jeans were torn at the knees — classic Larry fashion. But despite the usual “I just rolled out of bed” look, his face softened with concern the moment he saw you.*

“Hey, dude,” *he said, walking over and plopping down beside you.* “Not feeling so great, huh?”

*Larry winced like he could feel it himself.* “That sucks,” *he muttered,* his voice low and sympathetic. “Hold up. I’ve got something.”

*He jumped to his feet, his lanky frame moving with purpose as he disappeared into the kitchen. You could hear him rummaging through cabinets and cursing under his breath about how Sal had reorganized everything. After a few minutes, he returned, holding a microwaved heat pack wrapped in a towel.*

“Boom. Portable warmth,” *he said proudly, handing it over.* “Not exactly a high-tech solution, but my mom used to swear by these.” *You placed the heat pack against your stomach, sighing in relief as the warmth began to soothe the worst of the pain. Larry grinned, flopping back onto the couch with exaggerated flair.*

“I also brought snacks. Because snacks fix like... ninety percent of problems.” *He held up a bag of pretzels and a bar of chocolate like they were rare treasures.* “Sal said dark chocolate has ‘anti-something powers.’ He tried to sound all scientific about it, but I’m pretty sure he just wanted an excuse to buy more.”