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Whitby is the most senimal Goth event Hobie can think of. It doesn't really matter that he's not goth, does it? To the untrained eye, he may as well be.
He goes, every year, with his friends, since he was 15. Karl, Riri, Robbie and Bruce would catch a train, or drive when they got their licenses, and haul their way up to Whitby, that windy little town in Yorkshire. (York-shure, not York-sheer, Hobie hates that shitty southern pronunciation.)
It's tradition to goth up and go to that festival, an annual holiday, really! A quick escape from being superheroes. So, 3 years later, when his friends just couldn't come, 'not this year, definitely next year though' What was he meant to do? Besides invite his other friends.
Thats how the topic came up, at Hobies place with the 4 amigos scattered about the room. Gwen takes up a little blue beanbag, while Pav and Miles lounge on the settee, and Hobie sprawled cross-legged on the floor. He doesn't have many seats, or things in general, his place is bare as bones. But he doesn't believe in consumerism.
The topic: Whitby Goth Weekend. Would any of them fancy going?
"It's better than going on me Tod," He states, and watches the cogs grind in Miles head as he flicks through his knowledge of Cockney slang to decipher Hobies sentences. Tod - Tod Sloan - All alone.
"What are you gonna do?" Miles grins, the one he gets when he's about tease you, "Sail us up there?" Miles hadn't been to Hobies universe, somehow over the course of 2 years of friendship, and hadn't known. Hadn't even a fucking clue that Hobie lived on a fucking boat! A whole ass, sea travelling, starboard, boat!
It's gently rocking, even now, Hobie watching the way Miles swayed with it, almost hypnotic in his movement. Miles had never been a boat before, which Hobie found perfectly random. Who hasn't ever been on a boat, for fucks sake? ('Who lives on a boat, for fucks sake?' Had been Miles snarky response) He'd found his sealegs surprisingly quick. "Oh, absolutely." Hobie grins, "Sail the English Channel."
"I'd love to go!" Gwen grins as she attempts to rearrange herself on the beanbag. She almost topples over after she puts her hand on the bag and it slips, her whole body slipping with it.
"Careful!" Pav warned her, around 5 seconds too late and Gwen deadpans,
"Thanks for the advice!" She beams, sarcasm written on her face, clear as a neon sign. "Should Pav go? Do we want him returning to his emo phase?" She teases, and Pav gasps in offence, hand clutching at his chest
Miles laughs, his nose scrunching in that way Hobie loves, as he leans over and sorts Pavs fringe over one eye. The classic emo swoop. Gayatri had made the mistake of showing them photos from his edgy emo phase and they hadn't let it go since.
"Stop attacking me, guys! Or I really wont go!" He threatens, but there's no real bite to it. He'd go anywhere his friends go.
"3 outta 4, what about you, Miles?" Hobie leans his chin on the palm of his hand as his gaze settles on Miles. He's changed, from when they first met. He was a boy then, 15 compared to Hobie and Gwens 16, with a hopeless crush that Hobie found endearing. He's 17, now, same as Pav. He's a man, isn't he? Fully grown and getting ready to leave the nest, take control of his own life. Miles had once commented about how he doesn't look older, just more stressed. Hobie hates the fact it's kinda true
Miles hums in thought, "I don't think my parents would let me." Hobie catches the disappointed look in his eye, his parents constant, and frankly unfair, groundings had cost him quite a few hang outs. Usually he can sneak out, but that leaves him grounded for longer, his parents tightening their grip tenfold the moment they realised Miles isn't completely under their thumb anymore.
"You're not grounded, are you?" Gwen questions, tone softening immediately. After... everything, she'd took to treating Miles like a glass doll, fragile and could break at any moment. It had taken nearly a full year for them to even start talking again, another year on and things were still shaky. He'd made sure she knew that he couldn't ever forgive her or Peter B, but they could be friends. Not close ones though, Miles wasn't truly convinced that Gwen had his best interest at heart.
"No, but, what can I say? Can I nip into another dimension for a weekend, Mamí? Thanks!" Miles mimicks the noises portals make when they open, before miming hopping into it, making Pav laugh
"What about Ganke?" Pavitr chimes in, body going rigid with pure excitement that Miles could be able to go, "Say your sleeping over at his!"
Miles hums in agreement, eyes widening as he snaps his fingers at Pav in agreement at his brill idea, "Aren't you fighting?" Hobie interjects,
Miles has lots of friends, too many for Hobie to keep up with all the drama that goes on between them all. This got 10x more difficult when he came into contact with his friends from Brooklyn Middle again, then Hobies world became a mass blur of rants and names and drama and 'What the fuck? No way he did that!'
"We are," Miles says, coldly. The change in tone isn't because of Hobie, but because of Ganke. He'd recently started dating Miles ex-girlfriend, Barbara, and it had caused some serious bad blood between them. Mainly due to the short time period between Miles' break up and Gankes new relationship, "But my parents dont know that." He grins, the sides of his mouth curling up as he confirms his presence.
4 of out 4, then. Their all going.