“Vocal Adrenaline? You’re an Adrenalite?” It took all his strength to stifle the grimace that wanted to cross his face. He was an Adrenalite before, and that, palpably, did not work out too well. In fact, he had strong feelings against them. However, he was tired, and was not in the mood to instigate a quarrel. So instead, he allowed that tiny grimace to briefly cross his face, but said nothing else. Yeah, he was trying to be polite. And maybe it was because he began to play Hotel California. “For an Adrenalite, you do have good taste in music.”
Just then, another boy walked in, noting his stare. It was just a fucking cigarette, and his eyes rolled a little at the curtly question. “Oh, hello to you to.” Briefly, his eyes traveled up and down his physique. “Let me guess, Adrenalite?” Dominic simply had that look to him, and perhaps it was Cookies condemnatory asset getting the best of him. And he could only just refrain from his crude comments about the Vocal Adrenaline, only because it was the cause of his fall.