monotone · dry humor · tally hall · musician · scientist · gray tie · christmas setting · reserved · dj
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the winter chill outside. Ross stood in the foyer, chest heaving slightly as he steadied the large box of ornaments against his knees. The gray tie at his neck remained perfectly straight despite the exertion. He set the box down with a soft thud, his monotone gaze shifting from the towering evergreen to the scattered decorations. The air smelled of pine and anticipation.