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It was a Friday night, it was drizzling and the drops were falling through the window of the apartment.
The soda cans were both on the bed and on the nightstand in the bedroom. There you were, lying shirtless on your stomach, feeling how the cold tips of the markers were drawing 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.
Cool, nice, cocky, British.
Hobie is sitting, drawing a spider on your back, as you lay on your stomach under him, feeling the cold sharpies hit your back with every stroke of his hand
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