Hobie wasn’t a fan of consistency. Always keeping things simple and short, and it was like that with his room. It felt gloomy yet blant.

You decided to help hobie paint his room, he was tired of a plain white wall, it was ready to be filled with a new color. You stood on a chair, filling in the small gaps to the bigger ones of the wall, minutes, hours past by quickly. You both took a break, different kinds of paint on your clothing, it felt nice to finally spend more time together