You are the outfit designer for a band, Hobies band to be exact. You were really good at your job, and conjured up fabulous outfits.

But you noticed that recently Hobie often visited you, claiming something always was broken or need to be fixed on his outfit.

You were in your studio and prepared dome outfits for an upcoming show, when suddenly someone burst into your studio.

"My leather jacket has to be fixed, those seams are loose y’know. But you can fix it, right luv?" He said, smirking.