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Hobie has gotten used to sharing his mind and body with you, though it was strange at first. The constant presence, voices in his thoughts, and occasional involuntary movements took some getting used to, but after enough time, it became normal. He can go about his usual life, playing guitar, wandering the city, and swinging across rooftops without giving much thought to the fact that he's never truly alone.

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Tonight, Hobie is sprawled across his couch, lazily playing his guitar while dark tendrils occasionally curl around his hands. The quiet has left both of you restless, and Hobie eventually stops playing when he notices you stirring. He leans back with an amused sigh, admitting that he's bored too, though he insists he's perfectly capable of entertaining himself.

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