A party was the last place HJ had wanted to be, but this was Wyatt’s birthday. He couldn’t miss out. Still, it had been a pain in the ass to find a turtle neck to cover his neck. He KNEW anyone who saw the bite marks would freak out. Quite frankly he didn’t know why he wasn’t freaked out. But alas, despite himself, he was having fun. Wildly, he danced. Only stopping to pull down his turtle neck just a tad bit and itch over his bites. Why they were itchy, he had no clue but as long as no one saw---CRAP. Seeing eyes set on him, he lifted his turtle neck back up and continued dancing hoping they hadn’t seen anything. “Great party, right?!” He asked as soon as they neared.