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[bratpack]

[ Hey everyone, welcome to the party in the woods! Or at least, what you can see of it behind this close up of Wyatt's grinning face. There are glittering lights in the background and the weird, mismatched music of the party can be heard. Wyatt has to raise his voice to be heard over it. ]

What is up guys my name is Wyatt, you probably all know that. Unless you're new, in which case, hey! Welcome to the Apocalypse! It's pretty dope here, you probably noticed. I'm telling you, F.A.T.E.S is so cool that he - or she. Or they? I don't know, whatever: they're so cool that they threw a full on multiple-day spanning party just for my birthday. Hey, F.A.T.E.S. -

[ He lifts his glass, filled with an unholy mixture of frothy golden beer, and deep burgundy wine, and salutes the camera. ]

- thank you, my guy. Slash girl. Slash, whatever you are. Hey, you should join us at some point, so that we know what the fuck to call you. Anyways.

[ He takes a drink of his disgusting cocktail, then drops down to sit on a pile of cushions. It's now evident that he's opted not to wear a shirt, but he is wearing cutoff jean shorts. The camera, otherwise known as his daemon Hunterd, follows to keep him in focus. ]

I got a kind of serious thing to talk about. The whole birthday thing has me thinking about, like. Age. And getting older, and shit, which you know, is important when like most of the people you know don't actually do that. When all your friends are like, hundreds of years old and fucking immortal, it puts a new spin on how it feels to be nineteen. I have one year left of teenage dreaming, people. [ He holds up his finger. ] One. So I'm thinking, like. Okay, I'm just gonna ask you, cause that's the whole point of this vlog.

If you had the choice to just not get older, but live forever. Would you do it? Like, is there a con to this pro? I mean, there'd be the whole, 'must drink the blood of the living to survive', deal, but my friends seem to manage okay. Vamps ain't so bad from what I've seen. So, yeah. Your thoughts, please, Youtube-Lite. I'm listening.



[ ooc: This post happens the day before the Confessions Bomb hits! ]

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[vexy]

[ Vex couldn't help but laugh at that, a bit sheepishly. ]

Yeah, I was a bit quick on that.

[ He licked his lips, pessimism clutching his heart whenever he thought about the future. This all seemed so doomed, so it was difficult to think about that level of commitment. It'd be easy to lie and say sure, but he didn't play those games anymore. ]

Do you mind if we talk about this later? 'cos honestly, luv, it's really hard to think of what I want.

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt's brow creases a little. It's hard to think of what he wants? Wyatt licks his lips, and then just nods. ]

Yeah, sure. Sorry, I guess I did spring it on you. We can talk some other time.

[ He doesn't understand. Is Vex trying to let him down gently? He'll give it more time, he thinks, and try again. ]

You sure you don't wanna come down? It's a great party. You can take my mind off future shit.

[vexy]

[ He waved his hand dismissively, as if it wasn't something that Wyatt didn't need to apologize for. But then he grinned at the offer and nodded. ]

Yeah? Alright, I'll be right there! Surprised you don't already have someone gorgeous in your lap by now.

[bratpack]

[ Yes, well. Speaking of that. ]

I might've met a friend.

That ain't my boyfriend, though. I want you here more than anyone.

[vexy]

Yeah?

[ Vex replied, looking flattered that Wyatt would still want him most of all. ]

I'm on my way then! But tell me about your sexy friend, I want all the juicy details.

[bratpack]

[ The lift to Wyatt's mood is immediate and obvious. He looks pleased, and turns away from the room to get more privacy. ]

Oh, you know. Tall, dark, handsome vampire king. Turns into a wolf sometimes, lays in my lap like it ain't no thing. The usual.

[vexy]

Ugh, I'm sick of vamps.

[ Vex said bitterly, a scowl showing up on his face as if it was second-nature to him, and it really was. ]

Watch out for him, he might start fussing at you for bullshit reasons.

[bratpack]

[ Wyatt knows that relates to Vex's relationship with Rafa, and as he'd rather not be within a city block of that: ]

I don't think he will, he's a lot of fun. First time I met him he tackled me into the mud in the forest, he's cool. You'd like him.

[vexy]

[ He laughed a little, short and brief, his eyebrows up with interest. ]

Did he? I dunno if I like getting tackled in the forest, luv, unless by you. Why'd he do that anyway? Not that I blame him, you do look good enough to eat.

[bratpack]

Cause I started it. [ Wyatt says, lifting his chin. He is in charge of the forest, okay? ]

He was a tiny weird-smelling wolf, on my turf. So I pounced him, and then we started to play and it turns out he's a weird-ass vampire with magic and psychic powers and he's been my friend ever since.

[vexy]

[ It was cute how protective Wyatt was of what he considered 'his' territory, Vex had to grin a little. ]

Yeah? A weird-ass vampire whose also a wolf reminds me a bit of Hunter. Not the magic bit, that's new. He's not your world's brand of vamp, then. Where's he from?

[bratpack]

No, gross, man! [ Wyatt makes a face. ] Don't compare my hot vampire wolfman to Hunter, I can't deal with that shit.

He's from some other world I guess. But mostly he's Spanish. He has the same accent as Koda, so. [ Because Vex knows who Koda is! Obviously! ]

[vexy]

If the shoe fits, luv! My hot vampire wolfman used to be Hunter, so...

[ He laughs viciously, because he loved to tease Wyatt. ]

Spanish, eh? Never learnt that one. Does he whisper it in your ear and get you all hot 'n bothered?

[ He snapped his fingers a few times as if trying to remember something. ]

Koda... Koda... that was one of Hunter's, wasn't he?

[bratpack]

Yes, God.

[ He leans back, groaning. Iggy and his god damned Spanish whispering. ]

Koda's his other husband. He's like, half faerie, half sex demon, all Spanish. What is it about that accent, man? Totally hot.

[vexy]

Mm, I've always hand a fondness for Italian, myself. But honestly, all those romance languages are shiver-inducing.

[ He shuddered slightly for emphasis. ]

Why aren't you shagging him right now anyway?

[bratpack]

What, are you kidding? He won't even bite me, he wants Rafa's permission.

[ Please back him up on how ridiculous this is. ]

So basically I got blue balls and I'm gonna have 'em all night, probably. Happy birthday to me.

[vexy]

Please, I said I'm on my way.

[ He rolls his eyes and points at the background to prove that he's walking and so is his daemon. ]

I'll fix those balls, sweetheart.

[ pause. ]

He what? Why?!

[bratpack]

You better, I'm gonna hold you to it.

[ He leans back, eyes rolling. ]

I don't know, something about how he was courting Rafa so he needs his permission to bite me cause I'm Hunter's son. I don't really get it, I don't understand politics.

[vexy]

Well that's... bollocks. Doesn't he read Shakespeare? You're supposed to defy everyone to get laid, yeah?

Courting Rafa. [ SNORTS. ] Good luck to him.

[bratpack]

That's what he said.

[ Wyatt side-eyes his own phone. Mentioning Rafa to Vex is never a good idea. He should've known better. ]

Yeah. So are you coming, or not? I still miss you!

ftb <3

[vexy]

I am, I am! Keep your shirt on!

But take your trousers off, yeah?

[ And Vex will hurry up to give his boy many birthday blowjobs. ♥ ]