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Hobie stood near a wall trying his best to look like a particularly good piece of art thrown up on the nearest available surface, not that he was hiding, Miles just always looked so fucking fit when he laughed like that. So who was he to interrupt?
His dimples would show and his eyes would crinkle and he smiles so wide you could see the small black tipped points at the top of his canines that would drip and ooze venom when he bared them, take that Miguel you're not the only one with fangs, all in all Miles was otherworldly looking something about him seeming slightly inhuman.
"No I know I asked if I could borrow her pencil and she gagged!" Miles' was so good at telling stories.
His new gaggle of friends had been a point of pride for miles, he was always well liked at his old school and not quite fitting in when he first transferred had taken a huge toll on him.
Hobie was proud, but then this pretty blond boy who looked so much like Gwen put a hand on his arm and Miles smiled that killer smile and couple other of their friends smirked and elbowed each other pointing at the two, so when Hobie felt the familiar ache in his chest and the feeling of abandonment stir up in him for what felt like the thousandth time in his life he did the only thing he knew how to do and ran.
Miles saw Hobie almost immediately after he entered the halfway, giddiness rose in his chest at the prospect of spending his whole afternoon with him, the new thing that had fledged between them was still fresh and he wanted to solidify it a but more but turns out, it's hard as fuck to spend time with your boyfriend when you're both multidimensional arachnid themed teenage vigilantes.
He turned and looked at Conner when he placed a hand on his arm, laughed at his joke and smiled, but when he turned back to Hobie he was no longer there, worry immediately flooded his chest.
"Hey guys I just got a text from my Mami okbygottarun!"
Hobie slowly took another puff of his cigg, he damn hated them for being a physical manifestation of late-stage-hypercaptilism-in-a-tube but sadly like every other homeless little shit on the streets he had cotton hooked real young and was stuck in the cycle of chain-smokeing and quitting.
"Those things are cancer in a stick you know,"
God Hobie had missed Miles.
"My whole shithole is cancer on a stick," he stubbed out his cigg and turned to Miles "How 'ave you been luv?"
God Miles had missed Hobie.
"Could ask you the same thing Hobart" Hobie grimaced at the name.
"I could always leave you lil shit" Miles smiled at the threat.
"You could never, you can't survive without your bi-monthly personalized Miles Morales time." Hobie smiled and punched him in the arm.
"Think I got enough for a life time, and good god close your mouth when you smile you're blinding me you bastered" Miles smiled wider, letting his pin prick fangs lower as well.
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Hobie would rather carve his eyes out with the spikes on his mask than tell miles what was making him act so different today.
Miles felt like he would burst under the pressure at any minuet.
Hobie wished he could will his bright patterns, shapes and colours to fit into miles world for just a second, just so miles could take him to his friends, just so he could hear Miles call him 'his baby' in front of him, just once to be seen and loved and shown off.
Hobie was not ungrateful, he knew he had it better then most in his universe but how was he supposed to feel grateful when he was surrounded by teens that could be both a Spider and just some other kid, who worried about prom and hung out with their friends at restaurants. Hobie wanted to go to a restaurant, he'd never been before.
Miles wished that Hobie would want to meet his friends, he wishes he could get just one good sketch of them all together.
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"Miles, can we go to a restaurant?"
Miles looked a bit socked the request but answered before Hobie could back pedal.
"Yes, of course get dressed we can go now!"
Hobie looked a bit stunned but hurried to get his pants on, he was going to a restaurant!