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[bratpack]

[ Here is a closeup shot of a bright, happy smile and an even brighter pair of baby blues. ]

Hey guys what's up, this is your resident Badass Werewolf Wyatt, checking in! I know it's been a while, and I know you missed me, but I am here to make up for it you guys. How, you may ask?!

[ He spreads his hands, which is evidently a signal for Hunterd to back up and show off a wider angle. Visible on screen now is Wyatt, unwisely shirtless in this decidedly colder weather, in the middle of the forest. With both hands, he points down, and Hunterd lowers the camera to reveal - ]

Baby animals, o-b-v!

[ Well, one baby animal. A knee-height green-backed bison calf, which is currently on its hind legs, pawing at Wyatt's legs. He crouches down to put his arms around it, and it settles when he starts to rub its tiny not quite horns. ]

Maximus here has no mom. Or, he does, but she rejected him, for whatever reason. My guess is, he's too small. Anyway, he's mine now, which means I need your guys' help. [ Deep breaths. ] I need to milk a space cow.

[ Wyatt pauses. No doubt tumbleweeds blow by in the distance. He holds up his hand, clearly anticipating everyone's outright refusal. ]

I know what you're thinking. How will you, a werewolf, get that close to a space cow, Wyatt? Well, funny story. This is how that went.

[ He points to one wide, and the screen splits in two. On one side is Wyatt in real time, pointing. On the other is a wide angle recording of Wyatt sneaking up on a herd of bison, and making several failed attempts to milk the largest of them. Each attempt ends with the herd running, with Wyatt being kicked away, or - at the very end - the mother turning and physically chasing him off. He starts those attempts out fully dressed. By the end, his shirt is in rags, and he's evidently gotten rid of it now. The split screen vanishes and Hunterd refocuses on Wyatt in the now. ]

So! Who wants to help me get milk? I'll pay you in good wishes. And I'll let you pet Max. [ The baby bison has climbed right up into his arms by now, and is eyeing the camera with suspicion. Wyatt offers up a winning smile. ]

Now taking volunteers! Sign up in the comments below, I'll be waiting.

Comments

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[deathkid]

You know, that thing's mom nearly gored me when I first got here. I can't believe you want to keep it for a pet.

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt looks alarmed, and quickly covers the calf's ears. ]

Shhh, he'll hear you! They're just cows, you know. Like, green cows, but if it's a cow you can tame it.

[ Wyatt that is not a rule.

Also, if it's a boy then technically it's a bull.

Details. ]

Anyways, look at him. He's totally friendly, and he'll die if I leave him alone.

[deathkid]

[ just kinda raises a brow, trying to suppress a smirk. ]

I think there's something to be said about natural selection in this case, but... I'll admit, he is kind of cute.

Have you given it a name?

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt opens his eyes wide. ]

Did you not watch all the way through?

[ He's hurt, Nico.

Not really. ]

He's Maximus. Or Max, cause I'll be real, I'm not gonna say 'Maximus' every time I wanna call him.

[deathkid]

I'll admit, I was a bit distracted by seeing you get your gáidaros kicked around.

Max. Good Latin name, at least.

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt suddenly grins. ]

Wait, my what?

[ Leaning forward towards the camera. Flirty smile, activate. ]

Are you talking Italian? Do it again. Please.

[deathkid]

[ a laugh. ] No, that was Greek, but I can speak Italian if you want me to.

It seems to be a turn on for quite a few people here.

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt grins. In fairness, he can hear the difference now. ]

Okay, that's pretty hot. The Greek was hot too, though. Must be something about the guy it's coming from.

[deathkid]

[ laughing a bit more, he nods, lifting a brow. ]

Really? So I could say anything I wanted in Italian and you'd be into it huh? I could talk about the weather in China and you'd get off on it.

[bratpack]

[ God, that accent. ]

Oh, yeah, baby, that's it.

I mean, just so we're clear I don't understand a word you're saying, but. I know I'm down.

[deathkid]

[ now nico's wondering if he can actually get wyatt off by just speaking in italian... ]

Maybe I should recite my grocery list for you. Or better yet, read the ingredients off the back of the soap dispenser. And then I'd make sure you listen to every word, watch you come undone just by listening.

[ he lifts a brow. ]

How does that sound?

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt's cheeks flush a little as Nico talks. Mostly at the English part, since he'd been getting lost in the sound of the Italian. ]

You want to undo me?

[ There is no reason on earth for that to make him blush. Nico's already seen him undone! ]

Keep talkin'. Maybe not when the whole city's watching, but. It still sounds great.

[deathkid]

[ oh, isn't that a lovely sight. nico bites his lip for a few seconds because he wants to commit it to memory. ]

Yeah. And we can take this to a more private feed, if that's what you're worried about.

private

[bratpack]

[ Let's just. Do that right now. ]

Maybe we should. Although I should really be focusing on the little guy. You're being hella distracting, you know that?

private

[deathkid]

I could lend you a hand, but this is far more entertaining. You don't mind, do you?

[bratpack]

What, that you're distracting? Yeah, I mind a hell of a lot. You're over there all sexy and shit, and it ain't fair. I should really do something about it.

[deathkid]

I think you really should. Teasing you like this is far too entertaining, and besides, I'm not going to stop until you do.

[bratpack]

Well, you know, I got a baby to take care of. [ Wyatt looks down, checking that the bison isn't running off away from him. It's not, of course; it's chewing on the bottom of his jeans. ] But, uh. If you weren't busy tonight, maybe I could...?

[deathkid]

[ crooks a finger at the screen as he lifts a brow. ] You know you're welcome over here any time.

[bratpack]

[ His tongue wets his lips.

Nico fucking kills him, man. ]

Yeah, okay. So I guess I'll see you later.