#and I suck at British slang but🤷🏾‍♀️

[callmeoncette]

Currently thinking bout Hobie and his black southern gf (edit: i read over this and realized this could be for anyone so black southern boys and enbies come! Flock to your man!) having a debate about tea and how it’s made.

Like imagine it’s a hot ass day where you live even for you (so you know he cookin cuz they being frying over there when it’s 80 degrees so imagine a southern 90) so you have the great idea to make a pitcher of sweet tea. Now imma just use the way my family makes it as an example.

You and Hobie walk inside slightly panting from the heat. “Damn it’s hot. This global warmin’ shit outta control” you say not even looking as the tall dark skin dramatically collapsed on the floor in front of the couch.

While the air cooled you down you head to the fridge looking for something to drink when you get the urge for some sweet tea, maybe even an Arnold Palmer. You took out a pot to boil some water and then turned to look in the cabinets for tea bags. As you pulled them out you here a deep, “EH?!”

You turn to see Hobie staring at you looking deeply disturbed, “what you doin, love?!” He asked. That you squinted and looked around a bit confused before saying, “ummm, makin’ sweet tea??”

He scoffed, “‘LOW IT!!! In a pot?! Are you mad bruv?!” He exclaimed walking closer. You rolled your eyes and turned back to what you were doing, “don’t bring yo British ass shit in here right now. Im not playin’ with yo ‘chip chip cheerio’ ass. What happened to you not following norms? Find summ safe to do in this heat I’m beggin’ you”

“This is cuz of earlier innit? I don’t go on a mission with you an you do this? Tryna vex me love?”

“BOY!”