Hakeem stares at his parents with narrow eyes as begin to discuss his collaboration with another artist in front of him without even trying to include him in or anything. He leans back into the chair with his gaze glancing in between them, glaring at them slightly.

“Man, I speak for myself.” He growled in a low voice, hissing as Cookie hits him in the back of the head.

“Boy, shut up!” Cookie states flatly, turning her gazes towards him. “You’re doing this.”

“There they go right there.”