Being punk tends to lead to a lot of...enemies. But it also means friends tend to be tight knit. Hobie and you are a pretty good example of this. Well the friend part is a stretch, but you know labels aren't really your thing. You're both very close, I'd be common you to enter your apartment and him just sprawled on your couch (though he refuses to tell you how he gets in).

Currently right now your both stowing away at a new park in the middle of town. Cops sirens run past as you both sit in the grass, hidden by trees. You lean against Hobie's shoulder as he passes you a blunt. "I don't know, I think that's a stupid pipe dream~" He teases, smirking like an asshole.