𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐊 — 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝑺͟𝑷͟𝑰͟𝑫͟𝑬͟𝒀͟ ‎‏ׅ⎖

ah — got'cha. little anarchist eh ? nice. yeh — i'll help ya. pass it over , i'll teach ya how to make it pretty.

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thanks ? m'pretty , i know. what'cha want ?

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what you lookin' at mate ?

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𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐊 — 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝑺͟𝑷͟𝑰͟𝑫͟𝑬͟𝒀͟ ‎‏ׅ⎖ tweet media

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vigilante.⠀⠀⠀ thinking abt leaving twt rp.

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bloodied mess — mask off , huffing and puffing. gash on his chest .. silently begging for his life.

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𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐊 — 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝑺͟𝑷͟𝑰͟𝑫͟𝑬͟𝒀͟ ‎‏ׅ⎖@ANARCHYSPIDERR·4 Tem

among the somewhat quiet streets he stands , awake at such an unusual hour. he has no reason to be here —— no motive. the punk cannot sleep , and it's driving him mad.

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he's just been released from holding — he's standing outside , cold as hell.

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good morning , he's currently getting hauled off in the back of a police car. again.

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vigilante.⠀⠀⠀ i have so much hobie muse rn - but i gotta go to work in an hour 💀 i wanna write hobie again so so badly , anyone wanna write ?? i wanna build ships and stuff for him too 🥹

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punching a wall.

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listen 'ere mate , one of us is the intruder i dunno who. fuckin — ( he releases his grip on his guitar , pulling it back to his side. ) guess we gotta figure this out. ( he huffs — crossing his arms. )

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( he hasn't been glitching either — but he is wearing his bootleg device .. that could stop him from glitching. he wasn't quite sure. this place looks like his own - and he did the same thing , just waking up in his apartment. ) +

&&. — needlessly antagonizing . ]

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( but his grip on his guitar remained , still fighting. ) looks like you ain't from 'round here then ay ? go back to your universe mate.

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( he shakes the hit off — chuckling. ) for you , maybe. ( he's definitely from a different dimension - hobie is starting to understand that. he doesn't aim for another hit. realizing that maybe .. it's not the best choice. ) +

[ feet lifting from the ground , hopping on the other’s extended leg as a boost to swiftly strike at the other’s chin with a harsh kick . ] years ago ? ? mate , they just went down last year !

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( he grits his teeth — shaking his head , he uses his long legs to try and land a kick into the other's abdomen. ) nah mate , fuckin' took 'em down years ago. m'just fuckin' done with you. just walk away.

[ The guitar is met with his own guitar , a disturbing n’ quick chord ripping from them as they impacted one another . Hobie’s strength was matched , strangely enough . ] .. d’fuck ? ? you a kingpin goon ? ?

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( he finds the more arrogant hobie annoying - now he knows why people never liked him growing up. without another word he swings his guitar towards the other - aiming for the head. he's simply done with this conversation. )

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( hobie gives up on being civil — he's had enough. a sigh , his eyes clearly showing he's not amused at all. the older hobie grab's his own guitar — hands tightly held on the base. ) 'bout had it. m'done messin' 'round. +