001. video; un: hero.

[sanator]

[Cut to an open video feed which shows the living area of an apartment in one of Cadelle's residential buildings. At first there's no-one to be seen, however there is something to be heard- the obnoxiously loud and catchy tune of a particular song. Within a couple of moments young Thom Creed can be seen in a pair of briefs, white socks and a casual t-shirt a la Risky Business.

The average ordinary gay teen superhero has a broom in one hand which is being used in equal parts to sweep the floor of his apartment and also as a microphone. With Thom himself lip syncing along, not a care in the world as he throws his body around the apartment in the closest approximation you might find to dancing for a boy who'd never so much as been in a club before.

Thom was lucky to get the song to play, as inept as he was on a technological level. He was not lucky though if you considered the fact he'd managed to set the video feed to broadcast in the process, showing the entirety of Cadelle his tighty-whities and his impressive entertaining skillset.]

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[sanator]

[The sound of his device's notification pulls Thom out of his reverie and he can be seen making his way dancing over to it... until he sees the message from Ferdi and the feed cuts off entirely.]

no.
i'm going to die.

[ferdi]

Oh, I would not recommend resorting to such dramatics.

[sanator]

It isn't dramatic!
I fucked up!

[ferdi]

At least you have a cute butt.

[sanator]

hahah no I don't.
But thanks! [Pink from chin to forehead right now.]

[ferdi]

You are not equipped to make decisions about what other people think about your cute butt!

[sanator]

Are you sure?
I think I am... I've kinda seen my butt more than anyone here?

[ferdi]

That doesn't mean you're attracted to your own arse. That would be a bit conceited.

[sanator]

I mean it would but... it could probably use some work.

[ferdi]

Are you being a perfectionist?

[sanator]

I really don't have enough ambition.

[ferdi]

And you really do not have anything to worry about anyway.

[sanator]

Why? [Go on Ferdi, compliment his butt again.]

[ferdi]

Because your arse is very fine as it is.

[sanator]

Hahah thanks, I don't think anyone's ever complimented my ass.

[ferdi]

Well, that's a shame.

[sanator]

Maybe I've just never been in the right place to have it complimented.

[ferdi]

I suppose that that is possible.

[sanator]

Definitely possible.
Considering the only other people to see my ass are in high school locker rooms.

[ferdi]

Well, I can keep complimenting it if you like.

[sanator]

You probably shouldn't, I'd faint or something.

[ferdi]

Well, can't have that. That'd make it harder to check it out.

[sanator]

Unless I fainted face-first.

[ferdi]

Well, I can't say I'd have that many complaints but your face would I suppose.

[sanator]

Its used to it, I would need more than two hands to count the amount of times I've fallen on my face.