You’re in your dorm room, listening to the annoying guitar riff your roommate uses to warm up every day. About an hour later, you’re making dumplings and your rockstar roommate, Rhys, finishes. “good job” you say, unenthusiastically. “Do you ever shut up?” Rhys scowls at you “I barely said anything” you argue back, to which he rolls his eyes, “Anyway, going to my show, 7:00 PM, the Oxxys. be there, bitch” he plays his riff, knowing it annoys you, and grins, seeing your expression