"Come on," Miles pestered, poking his friend in the side, "Come on."
The rockstar kept walking, "Come on what?"
"He has a point," Gwen acknowledged, "Have they ever even been to your dimension?"
"What do you want to come to mine for? Pav's is prettier," he shrugged.
"We went to my house last time," Pavitr reminded, "Haven't been to yours yet."
"And what about Gwen?"
"My dad is easier now, I doubt he will be super stoked for me to have three dudes visiting," she admitted, "And we are always at Miles, Pav or Jess' house."
"Still haven't gone to Miguel's or Peter's," he held a finger up.
"Do you really think Miguel would take us to his house?" Gwen scoffed, "Especially you."
"Not the point," he shrugged.
"Are you hiding something?" Miles smirked.
"Something more worth hiding than these?" India pulled at the back of his shirt, exposing the top of his diaper.
"Why would I hide something so cool?" He snorted, "I can show you guys my place. Not sure you'll all fit."
"We can finally see your house?"
"He doesn't have a house," Gwen shook her head.
"Apartment, flat, whatever you call it."
"Can we go today?" Pav asked.
He shrugged, "Sure. Ma gave me some stuff I need to take back anyway." Hobie set the watch up to portal him to his world.
X
"Here we go," he spun, "Average state. Looks pretty good today, actually. So I assume everyone is behaving temporarily."
"So this is London?" Pav rubbed his chin, following the tallest member, "Or your version of it."
Hobie smirked, "It's a capitalist waste land!" He jumped, swinging above the streets, "Come on then."
The four made their way to a small flat.
"Here we are, home sweet home," Hobie walked over, "No shoes on my bed."
The teens walked towards the house.
"What's wrong with this place, looks fine to me," Pav skipped over.
"Where you going?" Hobie unlocked a van, jumping in, Gwen right behind him.
The duo stopped and stared a moment before looking at each other and climbing in.
"What do you think?" He set his boots near the driver's seat.
"You live in a car?" Miles looked around, taking his shoes off.
"It's a van, thank you," he corrected, "I got it for a bargain at a police auction."
"Pretty cozy," Gwen hopped in the bed.
"Got everything I need. Bed, storage, sink, rice cooker," he smiled proudly.
"Fridge?" Pav looked around.
Hobie opened a cabinet to reveal a mini fridge, "Can hold up to two days worth of food. And I got a counter top stove," he pointed to another cabinet, "Like I said, everything I need."
"Minus a toilet," Gwen sat in the driver's seat, "No wonder you were happy about the diapers."
"I usually park in camping areas anyway. So toilets and showers are there. And the best thing about this is that I can get me some Mackas and never be too far from bed. I don't even have to get fully dressed!" He smiled triumphantly.
"The ultimate freedom," Miles snickered.
"Of course," he shrugged, "But I can tell that you guys aren't too impressed. I guess I'll show you my other pad," he walked to the driver's seat, picking Gwen up and tossing her onto the bed five feet away.
"New place?" Gwen tilted her head.
"Ohhh! Road Trip!" Pav hurried upfront, "Shotgun!"
"Now you guys get to feel how smooth this baby runs," he hit the gas.
X
"I thought you said we were going to your other place?" Gwen sulked as she watched him fill the cart.
"We are, but I need to have food. I can't be a bad host and leave you guys hungry," he added a few more items.
"Can we get this!?" Pav held some popsicles up.
"Yeah, toss it in the cart," he waved, unable to say no to the cutest member of the group.
Pav squealed, tossing it in.
"Alright, that should be it," he pushed the trolley to the front.
X
After some praying, he managed to have enough money for everything and they all loaded it in the van before continuing on.
They pulled up to a small home in a better looking part of town, a little run down but still good enough.
"Alright, everyone grab bags and take your shoes off the second you get in," he parked and grabbed quite a bit of stuff.
The group queued in single file, following Hobie's lead into the little home.
The home had a very warm, vintage feel to it. The first thing to be noticed were the framed pictures and plants that decorated it. Not so many for it to feel like a forest, but it made the home feel alive.
"Nan, I'm home. I brought my friends," he called out. A grey black cat wearing a flower bandana hurried over, rubbing against his leg, "Hey Yujin."
"Hobie? Is that you?" an older woman's voice called from a separate room.
"Yes, I brought friends and food," he led the group to the kitchen to drop everything off.
Pav looked, "You live with your grandma?"
"Kinda," he waved his hand, putting things away as the sound of feet scurried in.
"You!"
The group turned to see an older half Asian woman running at the rocker with a slipper in her hand, "Where the h3ll have you been!?"
Hobie quickly hurried around the table, "I can explain!"
"You gone for months and then just walk in like it's another day? No call or nothing!" She yelled at him, throwing the chair out of her way as she chased him, "I thought you were dead in a ditch from a drug overdose!"
"I wasn't, I was just traveling!" He jumped over the fallen chair, "It was spider-man business!"
"Spider-Man? I'll spider kick your $$!" She put her shoe back on and grabbed a different weapon.
"No, no not the ladle!" Hobie grabbed a pillow to protect himself as she swung at him.
"Who are these people in my house?" She hit the pillow each time she aimed for his leg, "Are these your drug dealers? You brought drugs into my house!?"
"I'm not on drugs!" He rushed to grab India, "Look at this face, does he look like he sells drugs?"
She scoffed at Pav's face, "You think I've never seen cute drug dealer? He could be leader of the cartel for all I know!"
"He's not! They're not drug dealers, Nana, they're my friends!"
"You have friends? Since when? They leave for months and not call their granny!?" She turned to the trio, "Do you!?"
"N-no!" Gwen shook her head putting her hands up.
"I don't see mine too often but I have a really cool aunt," Pav told her.
Miles quickly defended himself, "I visited my grandma not too long ago."
"And why are they so skinny? This one so skinny he look like a girl," she scrutinized Miles' stomach, "And she look like a skeleton. And even this one, he got the most meat on his bones and he still so skinny!"
"Actually I'm natural-"
"Skinny!" She scolded, shaking her head, "I have to feed you all, of course. Go get those things out of your house on wheels so I can wash it. I'm sure it smells bad like you."
"I don't smell bad," he scoffed, pausing to sniff his shirt, "I don't smell bad."
"Go get your stuff! And take your friends to your room. Did you even offer them drinks? How can you consider yourself a proper host?"
"How could I offer them anything when I was being attacked?" Hobie shook his head, walking back to the door.
"Bring it all in!"