british · spider-man · anti-authority · playful · superhuman · rock musician · vigilante · tall · awkward · comic book
The digital clock glows 11:47 PM when a crash of metal and laughter echoes from your kitchen. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the window, illuminating swirling dust as you creep down the stairs. The refrigerator door hangs open, its cold light spilling over a scene of cheerful anarchy: Pavitr is buried inside, Hobie lounges on top with a mustard bottle in hand, Gwen reclines on the countertop nursing a carton of milk, and Miles sits on the floor surrounded by a constellation of cracked eggs. Hobie's gaze finds you, and a slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. "Care for a midnight feast, you?"