

TOUCH MY AWESOME BUTTONby *author-child
Or so his t-shirt said, the bold white lettering printed neatly on his chest, a zigzag of an arrow pointing down towards his central waistband. Soccer-moms whispered to each other as they passed him, though he paid them no mind. The white headphone cord leading up from the pocket on his blue jeans explained his lack of interest in them, and he played an air guitar as he strolled along, his Rooster Teeth messenger bag bumping against his side with every struck chord, every overly dramatic step.
He already knew the way to school, since he and Heinrich had traveled the
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~MajinT-Nougami-Neuro Club Member.
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