Arlo James

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

For several moments longer Arlo remained content to lean upon that wall in the most laconic fashion he could manage, as if he belonged, as if he was simply bored with the street or waiting for someone, the man attempting to appear anything other than interesting. After all, there was every chance his pursuer might return, else might still be looking for him and as such Arlo was determined to appear as inconspicuous as possible while still attempting to find the young blonde girl. She was not terribly difficult to spot, that golden blonde hair standing out amongst a sea of brunette and black and the occasional flare of red or darker blonde, his form shifting to place himself before her and capture her attention before asking if she had done something to those people back within the outdoor market. Those sudden looks of alarm and increasing cries of panic surely not a simple outbreak of mass hysteria, the girl shrugging as if such a question was commonplace, surprise lingering upon his own youthful features at her apparent indifference to the scenario and yet, he supposed, that was alright with him. Her words however were worded almost like an accusation, one hand lifting to cover his heart in an entirely dramatic fashion as if wounded by the very idea he might have been suggesting such a thing, his own features shifting to something almost playful if only in some vague attempt to coax a smile from her in turn. See, he wasn't a bad guy, despite what his own kind thought, despite what that hunter had said. He was sure he wasn't. Mostly.

"To be fair, you said it, I asked if you did something- I made no suggestion you actually harmed anyone, I didn't even mention the word powers. I hope you never get interviewed by hunters one day- you just gave the whole game away"

A smooth, easy chuckle found it's way to his throat, Arlo shaking that hood from his head at least, affording the woman an unobscured view of his features, the vampire assured this girl was hardly a threat. Besides, she'd helped him escape once, she was hardly likely to turn around and run to the council of the nearest coven was she? He hoped not. She paused then, pushing her mobile delicately back into her pocket, the girl almost graceful in a way, despite her obvious youth- azure gaze lifted to her own once more as he mentioned those leaves she had quietly consumed along with her salad. An odd choice, he was sure and yet scent alone assured him she was, well, not human in the least- despite her appearance. What she was remained to be seen, Arlo assured that unless she told him specifically else he sampled her blood that would remain something of a mystery. Her question sees one eye lift upward, the vampire almost pausing to consider her words before his own shoulders shrug, if only slightly, the man assured of his surroundings all the same- unable to shake that anxiousness that his assailant might yet appear again.

"Isn't it obvious why I asked you to help keep me hidden? The angry vampire? Besides, he might have injured you too and everyone else there- doesn't matter now I guess. Thanks all the same. I'm glad the leaves helped- I suppose. I'm not really sure you're supposed to eat them though. They might be poisonous or something."

Wasn't there a reason people didn't eat the leaves off trees? At least, not the majority of the time, the girl looking rather well all the same. Maybe whatever she was prevented poisoning somehow. It hardly mattered in the end he supposed, amusement tugging at his features all the same, Arlo quick once more to hide those pointed fangs as best as he was able. He falls easily into silence once more, one hand lifting to run through his near-black hair, regarding the girl with a clear contemplation before reaching into his back pocket, plucking out that worn black leather notebook.

"You...er....don't happen to have three dollars do you? I, well, I need a new book. This ones basically dead. I'll pay you back though."