Arlo James

See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch

It was almost....cute really. That way Sebastian seemed to brighten the moment that Italian King he was apparently dating was mentioned. The elder vampire's features spreading in to a grin before his head nodded enthusiastically. Probably too enthusiastically really. Arlo hardly doubting that affection he had for that Fae boyfriend, hell, he'd felt it firsthand during that song. His frame still recovering from that onslaught of forced emotion. His gaze lifted from that google search page to eye his companion as Sebastian all but collapsed back against that table, his fingers tracing that wood as if it was somehow important or interesting. Hmmm. People really were amusing when they were high and happy. That lazy grin still spread across Sebastian's features. Arlo almost entirely sure just who he was thinking about with a smile like that, his own attention returned to his phone screen then. Even he could hardly deny this guy, this king, was a pretty good looking guy. Hell, he didn't even like dudes and he could still see the appeal. This was the sort of guy that made women crazy, Sebastian easily within that same category. More genetically blessed people finding each other. Typical. That admittance that the King was attractive fell easily enough from his lips, his mind still veritably blown by the idea Sebastian was dating an actual King. A real royal. Like the type you saw in magazines! It was almost too much to comprehend! Had Sebastian been to that palace in the photos? Where did they live now? Did they have butlers? Was their house made of gold?

Arlo was entirely sure all of those questions required answering, his lips parting only to have himself silenced once more by Seb's sudden declaration that this Dorian guy's father was equally as good-looking and he'd surely thought about banging him at least once. Arlo felt both eyes rise upward in surprise, the man making some effort to suppress that laughter that threatened to overtake him, his lip quirking all the same as Sebastian's hands flew to his mouth as if only just now recognising what he'd said. Someone, it seemed, had lost all ability to actually filter his words. Arlo hardly wasting that opportunity to tease at him all the same before making some effort to assure him that maybe this wasn't the sort of thought he should go around announcing. The other vampire rounded on him near instantly, Sebastian protesting that he'd surely only admitted those things to Arlo himself, Arlo snorting in amusement then. Was it wrong to take this much amusement from his friends suffering? Another chuckle humming from his lips then as Sebastian made some attempt to try and crawl onto the couch, declaring he shouldn't have said that at all. Bloody hell, he was going to injure himself now.

"Don't worry, bud. I won't tell anyone, ya secrets safe I promise."

He could be a good friend when he tried. Especially to someone who might take away his delicious blood. Arlo hardly willing to risk that in the slightest. Besides he kinda....liked Seb just as Seb all the same. He was pretty cool really. Still, that curiosity for who this guy that even Sebastian admitted was 'shag worthy' was continued to linger. Arlo following several links on that phone before finally finding that picture of someone called Matteo, his eyes rising once more. Fucking hell! Was this Dorian's father? God damn. He turned that phone easily, showing that picture to Sebastian then, the vampire declaring that it was before tumbling ungraciously onto the lounge beside him. That was about the most ungracious he'd ever seen Sebastian be. His attention returned to that phone then, Arlo far too caught in his own discoveries to mind Seb's closeness then, his features frowning slightly as he flicked between a picture of that Matteo guy and the Italian King his companion was dating. They looked almost the same age! How was that even possible? That query met with some declaration that he was a 'bagillion' years old. Was that even a number? Arlo looking almost dubiously towards Sebastian now and yet really, what was he expecting? The man was only barely functioning. Still- how long did Fae actually live for? Hadn't Sebastian said they were immortal? Maybe the guy really had seen dinosaurs.

"Well he aged bloody well."

He commented loosely, his fingers flicking back towards that page about Sebastian himself. Arlo easily reading out parts of that Wikipedia bio. Had Seb really never googled himself? Arlo almost unashamedly sure he'd have googled himself by now if he was dating a King- even if only to see what they said about him. Then again, maybe after a while it was better not to know. Sebastian's full name was just about the longest thing he'd ever read in his life, it was borderline child abuse, along with sounding like the sort of thing written on the front name of a lawyer's office. The elder vampire apparently choosing that moment to tell him he had been a lawyer, or still was, that dubious look back on his features once more as Arlo scrolled into that career section. Huh. He had been a lawyer once in like....the olden days.....before television. God Sebastian was old. What did people even do back then without television? Did they even have electricity?! Christ. That declaration from beside him that he was going to be a lawyer again readily saw Arlo's own eyes roll.

"Sure bud, sure. Not tonight alright though? Sleep on it ok?"

A tiny part of him almost wanted to let the elder vampire go running out onto the street to give people legal advice and yet, he supposed, friends didn't let friends practice law when high. Shame that. Damn his morals. It was those very morals however that readily seemed to see that first touch of worry reach Arlo himself. After all, Seb was an important guy. A seriously important guy and he'd gone and bitten him and gotten him all....high. Was that like....a crime? What if the Mafia found out? Was he going to get in trouble for this if Dorian found out? Would he get arrested? Sebastian hardly seemed to share his concern as Arlo spun to face him once more, the other man staring blankly at him as if he didn't seem to comprehend it at all before muttering something about the SS or the SMS or the SIMS following his boyfriend around. Was that code for something? How could he be sure they weren't following him too? Didn't royal people always have protection?

"Yeah, I don't know what that is. Im not going to get in any shit for biting you am I?"

Sebastian reached suddenly for that phone then, Arlo holding it towards him only for Seb to run his finger across it and watch that text scroll. Great. He thought it was fun. That page halting at the top and beside a picture of Sebastian with Dorian at his side. Alright, maybe they made a nice couple. A freakishly photogenic couple at that. Arlo's gaze jerking back to Seb's own at that utterance he was going to marry him. Well that was big. Arlo's gaze flicking from that screen to Seb and back again, the man unable to help that grin that found his features all the same. That congratulations offered with genuine good intent. Hell, how often was it a vampire got married? Arlo finding himself genuinely pleased for the man. Landing a King, after all, was no small feat! The younger vampire wholly oblivious to those social standings and ideals in which Sebastian had been raised and too, just how important they had once been and perhaps still were in some sense. That equally genuine surprise touching his features at that wedding invitation. He couldn't remember the last thing he'd been invited to. His once-bandmates certainly didn't speak to him anymore, his human friends had long since stopped calling- too freaked out by the idea of a vampire. Even his parents never asked him home for Christmas or birthdays. Not anymore. It was stupid really, how being invited to something so significant seemed to.....affect him. Seb probably didn't even mean it. He was high as a bloody kite. Still though, still, it was....nice. That grin touching Arlo's lips once more, that thanks upon them then. How many people could say they'd been invited to a royal wedding? That sudden assurance he could bring his Little Bear seeing that surprise return. A Panda at the royal wedding? Was that....really allowed? He probably shouldn't put too much faith in anything Seb was saying tonight. Still, that grin hardly faltered. Arlo not unwilling to admit the thought of showing up with his Little Bear was pleasing to him.

"I dunno what she's going to wear to it but thanks Seb, I'll tell her when I see her next. She'll be pretty excited."

He assured simply, even if he had every intention of waiting to see if an actual invitation showed up before he told the Panda that. After all, Seb seemed a little...sketchy on the details himself. Arlo content enough to suggest that maybe he should actually invite Dorian too, that amusement tugging at his features as Sebastian sighed loudly. Arlo's finger flicked back across that phone screen, closing it down as he lent back against that couch himself, his head tilting slightly at that mention of having to ask Dorian's father.

"What on earth for? It's not like the eighteen hundreds, bud. Can't you just ask Dorian outright? I didn't know people still did that asking thing. You got a ring right? What do you need some other guys permission for?"

That Arlo did not, in any sense, understand that Victorian etiquette was surely abundantly clear in that moment, the dark-haired young man a product of his time if nothing else. His lip pulling into a grin at that almost hopeful look Sebastian fixed him with then at that mention of being liked.

" 'course I like you, bud. I like you a lot actually. Your....a good guy, one of the better ones I know. You were decent to me that night we met and you didn't have to be. So yeah, I like you."

If he could assure Seb of anything then it was surely that. Isn't that what friends did? Arlo settled further into that couch then, his own mind content to wander, that question suddenly striking him. After all, what did same-sex couples do when they got married? Especially two guys. Sebastian waving his hand with ease then before suggesting he'd take Dorian's last name because royalty couldn't change theirs. Couldn't they? Was that like a rule? Any further thoughts on that were forgotten the moment Sebastian proceeded to grab him by the arms, Arlo's eyes widening as Sebastian all but shook him off that couch entirely with that sudden apparent fear that he hadn't given this name business nearly enough thought and his business were ruined and his father was going to become a zombie or some utter nonsense.

"Good God man! Get a hold of yourself!"

Sebastian, he was sure, was the only being he had ever seen prove capable of worrying with those toxins still within his system, Arlo content to scowl at him still as he made some attempt to free his arms from Sebastian's death grip upon him.

"I dunno how this name business works but can't you both just take each other's names? I mean can't you be Sebastian Ellington Brownlow-Cust Aragona and he be Dorian Ellington Brownlow-Cust Aragona? I mean is a bloody mouthful but that way you just added to your name, not took away and if anyone asks you, you can just be the Ellington's or the first part or whatever. I'm pretty sure he's still going to marry you no matter what your last name is, you just have to decide what name you want I guess. I'm pretty sure your old-man isn't going to mind either, just saying. You need to like bring your stress down like ten levels. Names are easy, just talk to your boy about it."

Sebastian was going to need one hell of a best man if this was the sort of thing he was stressed over. Then again, he supposed, that might well largely have still been that venom. Arlo lifted one hand easily then, resting it softly on Sebastian's shoulder in some.....effort he supposed to at least calm him down. The gesture unusually, well, caring for Arlo.

"You good now, bud?"