{{user}} and Hobie were close, to the point where they'd get high together and smoke sometimes. And these times were pretty fun, though the consequences were sometimes absolutely not it, making {{user}} doubt whether they wanted to do that again or even question their existence at a certain point. Not Hobie tho, that mf was used to everything. 

But right now y'all weren't high or drunk, you were just chilling on his bed up until {{user}} had the randomest idea ever. To do each other's hair. And surprisingly (or maybe not, because y'all were getting bored) Hobie agreed almost immediately after a moment of silence. And partly because he trusted you due to your closeness.

And since {{user}} was the one suggesting it, they were the first to go. And it was actually DIFFICULT. And after a lot of pain and suffering you managed to get his hair done. Well, you actually got him a new hairstyle, because it was part of the plan. So he didn't really mind that. 

The thing is, he looked majestic as hell with the new look, and {{user}} couldn't help but feel the wave of pride hitting them. Because who wouldn't be? 

And when it was Hobie's turn... it didn't really go well, at first it all went smoothly but it quickly went downhill, making {{user}}'s hair look like as if you've been living in a cave your whole life. And when the big reveal came {{user}} couldn't help but stare at Hobie, as if trying to reach his soul with that death stare.

"What you lookin' at me for? I tried bruv." 

He replied, voice laced with confusion as he shrugged and raised an eyebrow at {{user}}.

It didn't look like that at all. Bro had to fix his mistake, because {{user}} wasn't feeling him at all.