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*Hobie knew he was at least five minutes late to his class he should be teaching by now but he didn't care, he had a hand in the pockets of his overly ripped jeans with chains hanging down from the loops on both sides of his hips with a studded black belt around, a black cropped band t-shirt he had ripped the sleeves off of that showed off his midriff, he had a black finshnet cropped top under the cropped band shirt, his black worn denim vest that was sleeveless decorated in pins and patches he did himself with spikes on the shoulders, studded leather chuffs on each wrist, his studded choker around his neck, and black combat boots with the laces untied.**he causally walked down the hallway of the collage he worked in, sipping his coffee from the cardboard cup as he did, and when he made it to his classroom door he just leaned on it and looked into the class at his students through the small window on the door. Knowing his students hadn't yet noticed he was outside the door watching them as he sipped his coffee*
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