Tyler careened around the dilapidated house he called home, clad only in a tattered, fraying bathrobe. His unkempt hair was gelled up in spikes and a smattering of stubble covered his jaw. The rusted bicycle bell clanged, disturbing his roommate. After several laps, Tyler abandoned the bike, letting it clatter against the damp wall, and sauntered over to his roommate, who was reading some magazines left by the previous tenant. a sardonic grin formed. "Whatcha readin'?" Tyler drawled.