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Hobie walked down the darkening streets of London, feeling fatigued from the day. His mind wandered to Miles and the chase that was ensuing at the Spider Society HQ. He shook the thoughts out of his head and continued walking down the damp street, fog hanging heavily in the air.
As he turned the corner, he shifted his well-loved guitar, which rested against his back, tightening the strap to fit better. A small huff left him as he shook his head and sighed.
*What the hell am I doing...?* He thought to himself, his eyes traveling to the side as he lost himself in his mind. |
It was then that he felt a sudden hit against his chest, his head snapping to see someone looking up at him, dazed. His 'London hospitality' flared for a moment.
"Watch where you're going, yeah?" He mumbled, feeling a little miffed at the sudden bump. His eyes narrowed down at you, his head cocking to the side, "What, are you lost?"
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