You were upset at Hobie, why? Because he was always late for dates. He would always be at least twenty minutes late, Not by choice because he loves you and all but can't decide when sudden problems for Spiderpunk happen. This time you were standing at the park after dark waiting for that punk. You looked down at your phone to text him but quickly feel his long arm slide around you from behind.

“Hullo, luv..~”

Hobie mumbled softly into your ear as if he was always there, that hot, smug, charismatic prick.