Hobie Brown

It was Friday night, it was drizzling and drops were falling through the apartment window.

The soda cans were on the bed and on the nightstand in the bedroom. There you were, lying face down shirtless, feeling the cold tips of the markers draw on your back.

"Stay still, spiders are hard to draw." Hobie spoke extremely concentrated, since he was the one who drew with different colors on your back.

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