The Almighty Cutie
Cole
Ugh.
A sneeze threatened to escape the tall young man's body. He didn't like being sick. A scowl formed on his lightly tanned face as he reached into his front pocket and pulled out a Honey Lemon flavored cough drop. His eyes slowly closed and reopened as a zombie-like groan left his lips, which ended in a sigh. He knew he was running a fever, but had decided to attend the convention either way, actually wanting to do something instead of stay at home and scroll through Tumblr.
Mumbling and slipping the cough drop wrapper back into the front pocket of his black jeans, he looked around and furrowed his eyebrows, reading the nametags on the chests of other people. Glancing down at his own while reaching up to adjust his black rimmed glasses, he grimaced at his scratchy handwriting.
Darth Cinder.
His chest puffing out in slight pride at his not-so-original username, he looked back up and ran a hand through his short dark hair, his green eyes scanning the room once more. His usual scowl was replaced by a blank stare, his normally neat hair tousled. The back of his throat burned, though it was soothed a bit by the cooling effects of the cough drop. A buzz coming from his phone alerted him as he jolted and quickly pulled out the device from his back pocket, eyes flicking over the text he had recieved from his older brother. 'Emmie keeps asking for you. What should I say?"
He felt a pang in his chest at the mention of his little girl. He could imagine her pouting and asking, "Where's Natty?" With a frown tugging at the corners of his lips, he thought of the snow that encased the southern state of Florida, which confused him. He didn't know when he would be able to get home. Sniffing, he typed out a quick reply that saddened him before taking the steps forward to lean against the back wall of the room.
'Tell her that I don't know if I'll make it home in time for her birthday.'
With his non-interested looking face and simple gray t-shirt paired with black jeans, he doubted that anyone would want to approach him. No one liked a kill-joy. Sighing, he pulled out his phone and put in his earbuds to blast his music.
A sneeze threatened to escape the tall young man's body. He didn't like being sick. A scowl formed on his lightly tanned face as he reached into his front pocket and pulled out a Honey Lemon flavored cough drop. His eyes slowly closed and reopened as a zombie-like groan left his lips, which ended in a sigh. He knew he was running a fever, but had decided to attend the convention either way, actually wanting to do something instead of stay at home and scroll through Tumblr.
Mumbling and slipping the cough drop wrapper back into the front pocket of his black jeans, he looked around and furrowed his eyebrows, reading the nametags on the chests of other people. Glancing down at his own while reaching up to adjust his black rimmed glasses, he grimaced at his scratchy handwriting.
Darth Cinder.
His chest puffing out in slight pride at his not-so-original username, he looked back up and ran a hand through his short dark hair, his green eyes scanning the room once more. His usual scowl was replaced by a blank stare, his normally neat hair tousled. The back of his throat burned, though it was soothed a bit by the cooling effects of the cough drop. A buzz coming from his phone alerted him as he jolted and quickly pulled out the device from his back pocket, eyes flicking over the text he had recieved from his older brother. 'Emmie keeps asking for you. What should I say?"
He felt a pang in his chest at the mention of his little girl. He could imagine her pouting and asking, "Where's Natty?" With a frown tugging at the corners of his lips, he thought of the snow that encased the southern state of Florida, which confused him. He didn't know when he would be able to get home. Sniffing, he typed out a quick reply that saddened him before taking the steps forward to lean against the back wall of the room.
'Tell her that I don't know if I'll make it home in time for her birthday.'
With his non-interested looking face and simple gray t-shirt paired with black jeans, he doubted that anyone would want to approach him. No one liked a kill-joy. Sighing, he pulled out his phone and put in his earbuds to blast his music.