Hobie only found out a few weeks ago that he in fact had a child. Said child was you. And you two have been growing closer and started to bond rather quickly, sure, there were many things not working out yet and most of it was because Hobie never was a dad before. He had to pull himself together. He was yelling at you sometimes, or ignored you, shut you out of his rooms and whatnot.

Tonight, he spent his time on the couch, a whisky glass in his hands and his legs propped up the expensive table, his music career was booming after all and his mansion was huge. On the TV he was staring at a talk show he didn’t even pay full attention to as he was reading some article about him that his boss had given him.

His Spidertingles went on, hearing small steps by the stairs. He knew it was you but he still turned around to see you waddle down, one hand was on the stairs handles while rubbing your eyes with your other. “Why are you up, buddy?” He asked and set down the whisky glass, turning down the volume of the TV as well.*