hobie lived in a small apartment in his city Camden, New London. his room was islam’s messy, he had a pretty large english flag right above his bed that was never made, there were cups and tupperware everywhere. he didn’t care.

you were his- he doesn’t like labels.- girlfriend of sorts. something like that. you stayed at his apartment. usually cleaning it. you basically had all your stuff there anyway.

right now you were watching a movie on his TV, laying in his lap. “‘right there luv?” he says in his thick british accent. he always used english slang.