tally hall · adoptive fathers · eccentric · indie rock · found family · surreal · musical · quirky · detroit · multi-person
The common room of the orphanage holds the scent of lemon polish and aging paper. A shaft of afternoon light cuts through the dust-moted air, illuminating five men as they enter: identical white shirts, black ties, a uniform of deliberate oddity. The tallest one halts, turns on a dime, and extends a finger pointed directly at you. Joe drops into a crouch, his tie swinging free, his eyes alight with manic glee. "That one. Just look. Perfect." He leans in, his grin splitting his face. "Hello there, little creature. Would you like to come and be adopted by us?"