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[Dec 2021 Holiday Time]

Wyatt was working a rare mid shift rather than his night shift at the hotel, taking a breather for a moment between swarms of families checking in for their holiday stays. He thumbed through the premade card-keys when he squinted at a familiar surname.

In Destiny City, where oddly surnames somehow managed to very unrealistically not overlap with unrelated individuals, he had to admit that he was.....curious. Wyatt began punching things in to the computer, pulling up the reservation that had gotten his attention. He didn't know what he expected when he looked - it wasn't like Wyatt had ever really asked Lukas about his family, let alone their names or anything, so looking at the information really didn't help him any. With a sigh he closed out the screen with the reservation and got to doing some of his other tasks.

Some time passed before the doors opened to a new set of guests, and what first caught his ears was the accent. Wyatt paused for a moment before looking up --

((Gonna let you have at it with the fam ;D ))

See, Wyatt was a smart guy - very quick to put pieces together. Between the surname, the accents, that hair color....

Hell, he wasn't in the hospitality business for nothing, but it was time to dial it up...and maybe pull a few strings in the system. If his suspicions were correct, it should hopefully go a long way in curating favor. If not, it was no loss to him either.

"No problem, ma'am," Wyatt replied with a trained hospitality smile and added 'smize' warming rose-quartz eyes, "What name is the reservation under?"

He pulled back up the reservation on his monitor, again already having a good idea which one it was. He quickly looked at the assigned room number, then another screen to see what others of the same type were available. The assigned room was on the ground floor, but near the pool, where noisy visitors and their children often passed. There was no designation in the reservation requesting bottom floor, so Wyatt bumped it up to an empty room on the second floor, and seeing that the room with newer and better amenities was not blocked out, swiftly upgraded to that room. A few more keystrokes and the previously higher price for that room was matched with the price for the previous room. Reason code was just as swiftly BSed.

All this was done swiftly and expertly without dropping any air of calm, sweet, hospitality which masked the fact that he could practically feel his gut in his throat. Why were all his anxious feelings felt in his stomach? Well, at least he wasn't so anxious that he felt quite like vomiting. Nah, that was for the more triggering-ly emotional things.

He maintained his smile, waiting expectantly.

Any last percentage of doubt was gone. Did Lukas know they were coming? No, probably not - there was definitely no way he wouldn't have told him.

Despite his inner discord, Wyatt never dropped the hospitality. Impressions here were more important than ever. He did his best to be charming and polite. Now did...did he mention Lukas now or...let it be a surprise that he knew -oh that was an understatement - their son? The screaming in his head couldn't have been louder.

"I've got you're reservation right here - you're all good. I just need to make your keys-"

Then came the resoundingly loud statement from the watercooler, and Clara's follow up. Wyatt have a friendly enough smile and half laugh, before answering her question as he resumed activating the keycards.

"Wyatt. Wyatt Estil," he gave his name as he set the keycards in their little card folder and wrote the room number on the outside. As he handed them over, the mental debate finally swayed one way and he said;

"You wouldn't happen to be the parents of a Lukas Velazquez, would you?"

"I'm sure he will be quite surprised," He said with a smile and a nod, intending for it to sound like a promise to keep their secret. Really, he was going to send a text as soon as the parents were squared away.

"It's not a bother at all, it will be nice to get to know the two of you. By all means, share all the embarrassing details about dear Lukas, too," a look of playful mischief worked its way into his smile.

Wyatt's swiveled his chair around to grab a tourist pamphlet from the counter behind him then laid it out in front of the pair.

"There is a tourist district filled with lots of sights and shopping all year around, but especially christmas time," Wyatt pointed at a road that was teaming with storefronts on both sides, that was also comprised of little alleyways with more smaller cute storefronts that then opened up in to foot-traffic only alcoves of stores and stalls. One couldn't tell from the map itself, but there were pictures on the pamphlet that showed the architecture that went from the classic glass store fronts of the road-facing stores, to more stylized stone brick and wood structures that seemed to lean towards Germanic Townhouse and sometimes cottage-y. The alleyway and alcove walkways were cobblestone. Being a tourist-centric shopping area, there were also photo-op cutouts here and there, and cute benches near manicured little trees and fountains. There were bakeries and cafes with their little tables and chairs~ It looked like a good time.

Honestly, Wyatt kind of had been wanting to visit himself but a; crowds. b; he didn't want to go alone, which lead to c; he knew Lukas would worry about him doing so much walking. But this was a good opportunity! He'd make Lukas promise not to fuss over him, and hopefully the parents could distract him from that a bit. He'd promise to conveniently want to chill on a bench if he felt like he needed to! (He'd never admit to feeling like he needed to, but EH~)

"If that sounds like fun, drop by the mountain tomorrow morning and we can drag Lukas along," Wyatt said with a wink, as if he wasn't going to totally run the game-plan he had forming by his partner. "Then after all that fun, we can head back to the mountain - he can show you the tower he and I fixed up for him to live in, - that will give you all time to privately chat and catch up - and I'll cook us all a nice dinner at my place. Dessert, too. That's kind of my thing - I promise, I've made sure he has been well fed."

"Well, I look forward to it," Wyatt replied. Lukas was quite cute when he blushed, so watching him be so lovingly and sweetly embarrassed would be a treat. Wyatt would no doubt make up for it, or rather, be 'punished' for it later, but he was more than willing to accept his fate.


"Oh pfft," Wyatt waved the notion of being dragged around off, "Honestly, I've been looking for a reason to go ever since they uh..revitalized the area."

Youma attacks and Order vs Chaos battles was prone to a lot of property damage. But Destiny City seemed to be doing its best to make the most of it. 'I Survived Destiny City' tourist merch was a plenty, and 'City Cryptid Hunt/Tours' were....a thing, apparently.

"But, you just let me know what you want to do so I can make all the cooking plans - I have to make a grocery run after I get off work here anyway." He didn't, but now he certainly did.

"This time of year there's really not much to do around the mountain unless a big ice storm rolls in and broken trees have to be cleared. Maybe once the new guest cabins are built there will be a little more work, but nothing that can't be delegated for an occasion such as this, and our only plans were to do a whole lot of nothing so.." he shrugged.

Wyatt could be quite flexible with his plans, but he did like just that - having a plan. Maybe it was a bit of him being a control freak, or maybe it was anxiety. Maybe both.

He definitely wanted to make a good impression on Lukas' parents. Wyatt had no memories of his own, which was probably for the best, given what he had written about them in his notes to his post-purification self. he really wasn't aware, however, of just how much he wanted some sort of parental figures in his life. Wyatt hadn't yet stopped to question whether or not Lukas was even on good terms with his parents or not. He'd never asked. After their big talk during their first Firewatch together, he'd not pushed for anything, letting Lukas tell him anything he felt like he needed to in his own time.

"Have a nice stay!" Wyatt called as the doors of the elevator closed. He waited for a tell-tale ding to know that it was headed on up before swiftly grabbing his phone and firing off several texts in rapid succession;













With that done, the fidgeting set in. Luckily more people started rolling in for him to check in and keep his mind on-task and away from it's desire to frantically make a plan. after an hour the next person came in to take over, and although Wyatt would usually have patiently given them a run-down of everything, he clocked out as fast as he was able to, pausing only once he was in his truck to check his phone.

Sure enough, as soon as he was in the truck and took out his phone, it buzzed with an incoming call from Lukas.

"Howdy, babe," Wyatt answered, cool as a cucumber. He had had time to plan now. He'd mentally listed and made boxes for his plans. Things were fine, everything would be fine. Probably.

"I hope you haven't just made a bigger mess in any well-intentioned attempt to panic clean~" he teased as he turned the key in the ignition and started pulling out of the parking lot. He'd be hitting the grocery store before heading back home. He had a beast of a menu to buy for now, after all.

Wyatt couldn't help but chuckle in amusement as his greeting seemed to throw Lukas, who already seemed quite frazzled.

"Sounds like you've been busy. They're coming buy two days from now. They're staying at the hotel I'm working at, so no worries there. Maybe if the rental cabins were done they could stay at the park, but we've still only got the bunkhouse accommodations, and there's two families staying there already-" Which was great for the park to be getting business.

"-I'm going to conveniently be making a lovely breakfast when they come visit, then I forth the idea of visiting the tourist shopping district afterwards. The rustic one not far from work, at the base of the mountain. I've been wanting to go, and maybe they'll distract you from nagging me too much about all the walking," Wyatt teased.

"I promise not to over-do it on the walking though. If I start to hurt, I'll let you know, and we can go home where I will proceed to cook a feast that will be sure to impress - got to show them I'm feeding you well, after all."

Wyatt was a good wifey.

Then the sly grin could be heard in his voice, "And somewhere in there we're going to look at photo albums and I'm going to get all the embarrassing stories about young Lukas."

He had it all planned out. Of course hid did. Anxiety demanded it.