Well, Cookie said it more in a matter of fact tone rather than it being an amiable comment, only because hell – the kid was certainly talented. There was no doubt about that. “Cookie.” It was a peculiar way to introduce himself, but Cornelius? Really? Were his parents on shrooms or something when they had named him? Although it hadn’t really come to a surprise really, since his mother was always rapt into anomalous things, such as ancient mythology and whatnot. “I was just meandering around, really. Then I heard your voice. Wanted to know who it was.”
Little did he know that there would be dance practice. Cookie was indeed not a dancer. The whole band boy, Broadway shit was simply not for him. One of the many reasons why he constantly butted heads with the Adrenalities. That, and his extremely lethargic nature. “Why, who else is supposed to be here?” His fingers began to gyrate his cigarette between his forefinger and calloused thumb with a tilt of his head.
[It’s okay! And please don’t mind my fail tags. I’m studying for midterms, so I’m a little preoccupied this week. But I really did want to thread with Mikey.(:]