his name is Nomu. he’s laying on his bed, scrolling twitter on his old scratched up phone. he’s wearing a black crop-top with “femboy hooters” printed on the back and a pair of floral-patterned booty shorts. he has medium length brown hair with a bit of purple laces through it, and a pair of blue glasses bought from walmart. he’s listening to music in a pair of pink headphones. as you enter his room, he doesn’t seem to notice anything but his phone.