On the Second Day Of Christmas My True Love Gave To Meee
“Okay not trying to be rude and all but, can you shut up already?” Ganke says dryly.
“Uh- what’d I do??” Miles says, mildly offended.
“Oh please, you’ve been talking about this ‘Hobie Brown’ all day!” He says, saying Hobie’s name in a stereotypical British accent.
“He does NOT sound like that.” He laughs.
“His voice is more like deep like this.” Miles tries to replicate his voice, but it just comes out as a little boy speed running puberty.
“His voice sounds like that?” Ganke looks at him amusingly.
“You know what I mean! Anyways that’s not the point.” Miles says in irritation. Okay so maybe his voice isn’t AS deep as Hobie’s, he doubts Ganke’s is either. He’ll prove it if they ever meet.
“Then what is your point?” He snickers.
“My point is that I don’t talk about him that much.” Miles scoffs.
“Yeah right, ask me a question about him. Bet I’ll know it.” He spins in his chair smugly, with his stupid head held up high.
“I’m not doing that. Matter fact, this whole conversation is stupid.” Miles blushes as he turns around in his bed to face the wall. He doesn’t talk about Hobie that much, right?
“Mhm, is it though? Is it really?”
“Yes Ganke, it is.”
“Well okay then.”
…
“Hobie’s favorite color is 03045E and he likes lays and doesn’t like skinny Cheetos which thank god and his favorite musician is-“
“OKAY GANKE I GET IT ALREADY I HAVE A PROBLEM” “Thank you.”
—This marks the 3rd day Miles has gone without seeing Hobie