Nefelibata (ne-fe-li-ba-ta)
(n) A cloud walker; One who lives in the cloud of their own imagination or dreams; An unconventional, unorthodox person.
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"Woah! He's so pretty who is he?"
"That's my cousin?"
"He's your WHAT?!"
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It's pretty funny h...
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NOT PROOF READ!!
Definitely not listening to material girl while writing this-
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The people that were there lined up and bowed their heads. "Good work!! President!!" They all shouted. Y/n didn't know what to do till he saw Mikey, Draken and Takemitchy walking so he decided to just follow them like a lost puppy.
Mikey stood before them while everyone was quiet. "We're gathered here today because of the "Mobius" incident. When they clash with us, it's going to be a big dispute." Mikey said. "Do you know what he's talking about?" Takemitchy asked Y/n who shook his head to side just as confused as him.
"If we do clash, it'll be around the time of the Musashi Festival. Now the.." Mikey said as he sat down on the stairs. "Let me hear what everyone thinks." He said with a small smile. "Explain to Takemitchy." Draken said to a silver haired guy.
This was starting to become boring to Y/n so he rummaged through his bag before finding his headphones. He plugged it into the music device he had and made sure to put the volume at the max level it could be.
He shimmied himself to the wall and sat down before reaching into his bag and taking out his pens and sketchbook. If whatever they were talking about didn't concern him then there's no reason to listen. Halfway through the sketch he could hear cheering.
Confused he took his headphones off and listened to what Mikey had said. "The decisive battle will be on August the 3rd during the Musashi Festival." Mikey said with a grin. "Alright let's go Y/n!" Mikey said and looked over to where Y/n was which was by the wall.
Y/n stood up with a small huff and put all of his items back into the bag. People started whispering confused. "Who is that guy?" "Some sort of Mikey's?" "When was he even here?" "I didn't see him walk in." "Excuse me president! Who is that?" Someone asked.
