The knock on your window was bad timing, but considering this was Hobie you weren’t that surprised.
You had broken up a month ago, after you had learned about the other apartment he had been renting with the girl that wouldn’t stop hitting on him. Ever since then you hadn’t wanted to see him.
Your nails were still drying and trying to open that lock would leave you with smudged nails for the second time tonight. But since your apartment was technically shared you had to let him in. Annoyed you stood up, away from the desk and turned to face the window. You could see him standing there slouched with his arms crossed waiting for you. Eventually you got to the window and jimmied open the lock before going to sit on the couch to survey the damage done as he climbed through the window. You hear him shut it and shove the lock closed.
‘What, no hello, or a lovely how are you this fine evening?’ He teased, walking from your living room to his bedroom. You could hear him moving around, opening and closing drawers.
‘Not when you cost me my nails’ you tell him rather rudely looking at your nails, three have smudged, all on your dominant hand.
‘Just re do them, it’s not that hard darlin’ Hobie threw back, seemingly unbothered as he sauntered back into the room, now he was out of the spider suit having changed into some sweats and a shirt that looked like it might have been white at some point in it’s lifetime.
‘It is when you making me do them for a third time on the hand I can never get’ now you were just pissed off, even Hobie could tell having stoped what he was doing to look at you.
‘I-‘ you cut him off, ‘Why are you here anyway you have the apartment with that girl, so you don’t need to be here’ he doesn’t hesitate to retort with a quick ‘I stopped renting it’
Now it was your turn to look at him. ‘Why’ your annoyance was slowly disappearing being replaced with pure curiosity. You watch him think for a minute, as if he was trying to find an answer that wouldn’t upset you.
Hobie always looked good in dim lighting, the soft glow of the lamp bouncing off of his piercings. He settles for a curt ‘doesn’t matter’ before taking a step forwards.
‘Sorry about your nails, luv’ Hobie blurts out, for a moment you could swear there was real remorse behind his words. ‘It’s fine, I can always re do them, like you said’ you turn away, finished with the conversation now, not wanting to hear anything else from him. ‘Don’t’ you look up confused, ‘let me do them’ he waits for you to respond, you could see it in his eyes that for once he was being sincere. Sighing, you shuffle over making room for him on the couch, looking up you answer with, ‘the polish is on the desk’.