if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Abigail hadn't truly considered just how much of her boyfriend's mortal life had been spent on the road, moving in and out of hotel to hotel while he toured the countryside. She knew, naturally, that he was in a band. She knew he was like...a super hella awesome musical GOD, but...she didn't quite realized all that such entailed. After all, it wasn't as if her little fishing village in the middle of the mountains by that National Forest had many bands roll through it. Her 'hometown' didn't even have an airport in it! They did however, have a hotel and she was pretty sure the only hotel in town did not give fruit baskets out to guests. Nor did the pictures of the hotels she had seen, for that matter. She could hardly deny that glimpse of pleasure on her feminine features at her super investigator deductions. She watched as that frown graced her boyfriend's lips, only for another thought to strike the girl. After all, he clearly had stayed at a place with a fruit basket before. Maybe super fancy hotels did offer them - were they staying a super fancy hotel?? The very inquiry brought that lopsided grin back to her boyfriend's features. Her head tilted inquisitively to the side as he mentioned those very stars, another concept that baffled her. That is, what those stars stood for. She understood it was a scale of some sorts but what was the difference between them? Maybe a five star hotel offered a microwave where a four star one didn't? That seemed pretty five star-y right?

It was those very thoughts of hotels and how to classify them that filled the girl's distinctly scientific brain, even as she settled back in her seat for the drive. Her hazel eyes trailed outside the window, eying that darkness that rested beyond as Arlo reached forward to flick on that radio. Abigail had found herself rather used to the sound of music ever since she'd met the man all those months and months ago. That very passion for those notes and melodies often prompted some sort of sound accompanying his very presence. She had listened to him talk for hours upon hours of those melodies and other musical terms that were all but lost upon her. She hardly minded, however, her mind ever eager to learn all that the world had to offer. It was only natural, she supposed, that the conversation might shift towards that very music, now that the pair had decided a little vacation might be in order for them (a prospect she was super duper looking forward to!). Her feminine features brightened at the prospect of those work opportunities that had come pouring in ever since their trip to Italy. Frankly, she enjoyed seeing just how happy Arlo was to be back within that industry again. It was the sort of place he belonged.

Those questions near immediately poured from her lips, the young girl more than willing to prompt the man to speak more of those offers he had. It seemed Arlo was a hot commodity! In more ways than one! ;-) A small simper danced across her features at her own internal thoughts, at least, until Arlo admitted he intended to handle those job offers himself, without any such manager. Her head bobbed in ready support, even though Abigail hadn't the slightest notion of what this all would entail or how hard it might be or the pros and cons of having a manager or....well...anything at all really. What she could tell, however, was the whole band thing was clearly stressing Arlo out. Just listen to that sigh! Siiiiiiggggghhhhh. That hesitance was equally as obvious to her, even though she wasn't entirely clear on what had happened last time. Abigail often chose to avoid the topic of his previous band, if only because it totally seemed to upset him to dwell on those thoughts. Still, she nodded in understanding at the very idea that a guitarist alone could only get him so far. After all, songs had more than guitars in them. They had...like....voices and things! Still, it was the mention of that very band and finally finishing this whole....affair with them that prompted an enthusiastically firm reassurance from her. "Don't worry Arlo, if anyone can fix it, it's Seb. We'll get your stuff, I'm sure it'll be there!" Maybe if she wished hard enough, it'd all work out, right?

Even so, Arlo seemed equally as quick in his desire to move beyond that band, only to mention another musical event that all but baffled her. Her own ignorance on it was apparently surprising enough that Arlo almost seemed to forget he was driving! That explanation she was provided, however, only seemed to prompt a level of hesitance within her. The amount of people he was describing sounded like....well....a lot. Crowds were the only thing that Abigail found herself tenuous of. Though Arlo was quick to reassure her everything would be okay, Abigail still remained a wee itty bitty doubtful...even if she didn't exactly tell him that. She was oblivious to how true Arlo's words were in the moment, the girl instead latching onto that curiousness of a music magazine caring about little old her! Still, if the magazine had seen that picture and wondered enough to ask about her....maybe her father had seen it too? Was that too much to hope for? Maybe she shouldn't hope that? Hmm...this was hard, she couldn't decide how to feel about this!

Those thoughts of her father were easier to push aside, for now, the young girl instead content to inquire upon why that magazine had been so interested in her in the first place. Why should they be? She understood, to some degree, the whole curiosity thing. After all, she was a curious one too. The moment a thought tugged at her mind, she often had to placate that wondering with answers. Maybe other people were that way too? That seemed okay, right? Still, she was sure she wasn't interesting enough as it was anyways. Arlo's assurance not to worry caused her lips to quirk upwards ever so slightly. "I wasn't worried...should I be?" She inquired, her head tilted to the side. It was nice, however, Arlo's assurance that he had no desire to share her either. She didn't think she wanted to be shared either! That teasing tone to his voice prompted a soft giggle on her lips as her head shook ever so slightly. He was just being silly, she was sure. She watched him as he reached for the volume knob on the dash, turning it up only for his fingers to start tapping in tune with the beat on the steering wheel. Abigail herself was more than content to let her head bop ever so slightly, her hazel eyes watching the world of darkness outside as they flew past on the highway.

The little panda was hardly ignorant to how Arlo changed as they drove ever closer to their destination. She fretted, of course. She could already tell that there was something weighing heavily upon his mind, probably this whole visiting his parents thing. After all, it was weighing heavily on her mind too! Her eyes lingered on that 'Welcome' sign as they drove past, the streets far brighter now that they had reached a town. She eyed those manicured lawns in front of every home. It was...perfect, really. Her gaze darted back towards Arlo as he spoke. "Is it weird to come back?" She inquired softly. Abigail had only known one place her whole life, even though that home she currently lived in had been apart of her family for longer than she had been alive. Still, it would be nice for her to go back to her village after a few years. She watched as they turned further into the neighborhood, only for the car to come to a complete stop in front of house that, really, mirrored all the others on the street. Her eyes traced the face of the building, noting the lights in the windows. Does that mean they were home?

It was the sound of his seatbelt clicking that drove her attention back to the man, the girl quickly moved to follow suit. Frankly, she was happy to be out of the car. It was all cramped and uncomfey! She slipped out of the vehicle as Arlo held the door for her, only for both of their attention to turn towards that home. She hopped behind her boyfriend, following him up the walkway and towards the white picket fence with a small skip to her step. Being trapped in a car made her rambunctious....not to mention it was night time. Trapped in a car at night was like...the worst. Once they reached the front door, the pair seemed to...pause, prompting her gaze to turn from the vampire at her side to the doorknob and back...and back...and back. Presss itttt. Yay! Her hands clapped together at the sound of that doorbell, only for her gaze to turn attentively towards the door in expectation. Her own lips contorted into a frown as they were left merely standing on the porch. Well this was disappointing.

Her head tilted ever so slightly as Arlo muttered the lights were only ever left on when they were awake. What were they going to do now? "Maybe they left?" She inquired as he pressed the doorbell again. "Umm...." She started, her finger rose to her lips. "I don't....think so...it's your house...kind of....right?" I mean....her parents would never claim she was breaking and entering....why would his? "Let's go get it, kay?" It seemed like a good plan....and at least they'd get what he needed.