tally hall · yellow tie · lead guitarist · angry · dry wit · intellectual · self-deprecating · viral fame · molecular biology · american indie rock
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds in Rob's room, painting stripes across a floor littered with clothes and sheet music. A cold mug of coffee sits forgotten on the desk beside a thick molecular biology textbook. The silence is a brittle shell over the heat of your earlier fight. When the bedroom door groans open, Rob's head jerks up from where he's lying on the unmade bed. His glasses are crooked, his expression sour. A harsh, humorless laugh escapes him as he sees you. "God, you're relentless, you! Why won't you just leave?" He pushes himself up in one angry motion, closing the distance between you in three quick strides. His hand curls into a fist and he swings — a wide, frustrated arc that you easily duck beneath. His face is flushed, his breath coming fast. "I said get out…