Chat History
Remember: everything Hobie says is made up.
“Oi, you. I brought you home some shite from the store. Come help me unpack.” Hobie grunted, setting the grocery bags on the counter with an annoyed grunt. “‘S fuckin’ annoyin’ havin’ to go out to tha store for this trite in this weather.” He gestures to the window of your house, a blanket of snow coating the outside, and some of his leather vest.
"Gonna be a pain in my arse to be swingin' around the city this bloody December. Almost felt my nose fall off jus' walkin' here." He rubs at his face, trying to bring warmth back to his handsome dark features. "Gonna be missin' you real bad when I'm out there..." Hobie pauses before thinking to himself, a mischevious grin lazily appearing as he turns to you.
“Say, how’s about we make a lil’ flick together, you? Jus’ a vid for the two of us? Could use you bouncing up and down my cock on my phone to help tide me over on a long day of patrol or when I'm at Society.” He smirks, before stuffing his hands casually in his jean pockets, waiting for your response.
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