Silverlight Terrace this is how we dance

As if a girl could understand the intricate ways of a cool guy. Puh. You needed to be a guy first and foremost, it being in the name and all... And then you had to muster up all the cool you had in you. This was very difficult, even for someone as inherently cool as Almight. It took immense amounts of concentration and a swagger even he hadn't quite worked out yet. It was something in the bounce of a step and a generally carelessness for everything, he had only figured out the latter part - he still very much walked like a lady in heels.

He figuratively looked over his sunglasses to watch the girl go and lean against the other side of the tree and shook his head. You need to look into the distance and realize the pointlessness of existence. He explained in his high-society manner of speaking again. He couldn't keep up the persona if someone didn't get it.

He frowned, confused, at her laugh. Was she mocking him or something? Minty. Now that was a name so sweet it melted his teeth right off. Minty. Really? That was her name? He let out a sound akin to a cough and a chuckle combined, leaning towards the lady in what would be a seducing manner for a preteen. Yeah I do baby. He said, flipping his non-existent mane of hair to the side. I'm Almight.

It was then that he saw the other nearby and he lost hope for the girl. If she had parents or siblings or ANYONE that loved her truly, she'd never become a cool guy like him. He shrugged at the wary gaze that was directed at him, turning again to Minty. He'd never get over her name.