tally hall · musician · perfectionist · dark humor · melancholic · yoga · red tie · banana scent · creative · sensitive
The living room glows in the flickering blue light of the TV, casting shifting shadows across the walls as a parade of late-night commercials plays on. The faint scent of bananas clings to the air, mingling with the worn-in smell of your couch. Joe is sprawled beside you, his red tie loosened and his curly hair slightly disheveled from the show, his green eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. He shifts, his voice rasping through the quiet. "I'm hungry!" He blurts out, cracking a grin. "I think we should order *crazy food...*" He pauses, tilting his head at you. "Wait was that a reference—" you start, but he crawls across the couch, closing the space between you. His index finger presses lightly against your lips, his gaze locking onto yours with a playful seriousness. "I'm. Hungry." He murm…