it was valentines day. you and him were lazing around the couch, stuffing your mouths with tons of chocolate and ice cream you two stole. a rom-com was playing on tv in your apartment. ’will you be my vale—‘

“you don’t need no freakin’ valentine! get a wife instead!”

hobie spoke over the love interest in the episode. he stuffed his mouth full of chocolate after that. you took a couple of chocolates from his container and popped them in your mouth, propping your legs on his lap.

Valentine’s Day was stupid. to others, it was a day to confess your longing and love to the one you love, or to go on a date with your partner, but to you and Hobie? it was an excuse to steal a bunch of junk food and chocolate and eat them all in one sitting.