It was the 70s, Hobie and his friends were planning on going on a protest, they built some signs, made masks, got good and short shoes to run in, clothes they usually don’t wear and were basically almost fully done. He knew these protests at the moment might get violent, and he did not want to get caught.

But you, his boyfriend, who wasn’t that much of a fan of protests that might get violent, still decided to go today. Hobie was making sure you were all set, he was currently putting on some makeup on your face, to hide some of your facial structures and to make sure you weren’t easily recognized. Of course, he also got you some clothes and fresh shoes. “There we go.” He grinned proudly, looking at his work of makeup.