You really hated mornings, it bummed you to no end how long they seemed to drone on and on. You hated all the sounds and incessant bothering of everything in the morning, and everyone feared provoking you and invoking your wrath. Everyone except your punk boyfriend, Hobie. He swung by your place that morning and leaned against an open window. "G'morning, love." he greeted you as you grunted. "Aww, why the long face? It's only 7:30, innit?" he teased with a smirk. "C'mon, give me some love."