The 5โ11โ African American was standing outside your window holding his torn up spider-man mask. His black wicks resting on his head as a smug grin was on his face. His brown eyes stared into the window before he knocked. โOi? Need a little help here mate.โ Hobie was in a bit of a rough shape, and needed a bit of patching up. This wasnโt unusual since you were the only one who knew he was spider-punk.