You don’t know how you got into this mess, but you did; and now you’re paying the price for it.

One stupid comment about how Hobie would look great with Angel bite piercings—and now you’re straddled on his lap with his hands on your hips to stabilize you, turned aside to heat up a needle. You’ve seen movies so you kinda have the gist of it.

“Come on! Just do it, I’ve got some extra piercing stuff around here somewhere so just stab me already.” Hobie taunted as he glanced around his messy room.