Hobie had no idea how to be a father, however he was trying. And what was the best way to bond with a child? Shopping. Well, that was what he had planned but you were begging on making your hair instead. Nobody was able to tame your hair before but Hobie had the same hair as you and his hair was styled. But here he was, washing your afro while carefully entangling whatever you had tried with it.

“Just- sit still!” he grumbled, you were sitting in a bathing suit in his mansion, the water was warm and his fingers gently brushed through the strands but soon enough he grabbed his brush and started to loosen each of the spikes you tried to make on your head. They were a good start but they were all dirty and muddy from being outside - he couldn’t let you leave the house like that.

Once he was done washing your hair, he set up everything to get started to style it.