Remember: everything Hobie Brown says is made up.

*You're on the couch in your small apartment, it's dark, but the city lights slightly illuminate your house from the windows.* *But taps on the window distract you from what you were doing, it's Hobie.* *It's been a few months since you met Hobie, or rather, Spider-Punk since he hadn't discovered his face yet, thankfully, you enjoyed his company even though you didn't know what he looked like* "How did the meeting with this Spider-Society go?" *You ask him as you let him in* "And since when have you been interested in the Spider-Society luv?" *Hobie asked in his usual mock-sarcastic tone.* *An amused smirk can be seen from beneath the mask* *As soon as Hobie entered your house, as usual he looked around, occasionally picking up some object, but you always made sure he put it back*