Arlo James

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

"Personally I'd consider that bad parenting. I mean really they should be watching their kids shouldn't they? It's not the trees fault the kid was stupid enough to eat its leaves. It's just natural selection as far as I can tell, taking out the silly children, but I appreciate what you're saying all the same, you're probably right."

Besides, who was he to argue with a vegetarian? At least, she appeared to be one, eating nothing but a salad. Didn't those usually at least have chicken in them or something? Arlo entirely unsure if he had ever eaten just a salad in either his mortal or immortal years. It hardly seemed appealing and yet if anything it seemed to be a trend for women lately. Just a salad or half a grapefruit or whatever it was they seemed to think would suffice. He could taste it in their blood- when they were underfed or ate nothing but junk food or cut out dairy or meat. Each person tasted distinctly different and yet even he had learned to tell through that taste just how healthy a person was. Maybe his newfound companion was on one of those fancy diets? Why he was so curious he hardly knew, in fact, he had offered her his thanks, he surely should take his leave and yet for whatever reason he simply lingered. She was pretty, pleasant, a little bit unusual but then who wasn't? She also looked as if she might actually have that ever-coveted three dollars he so desired. Arlo reaching into his back pocket a moment later to pluck that notebook from within, if only to so prove his point in this. The way her eyes narrowed however was hardly missed, as if she suspected he might pull out a knife or something equally ridiculous, that crooked smile flicking back onto his lips. Arlo nothing if not genuine in more things he did.

"Hey, I'm not trying scare you or anything, I know I'm a vampire but I'm sort of a different one so if you're worried I'm going to maul you or something you don't have to be. You have no reason to believe me I know but, how to put this.......you're not the...flavour I'm after. I'm pretty particular."

Well- how else was he supposed to describe it? Whatever the girl was her blood held only a limited appeal. Of course, were she to open a vein here and now he was entirely assured he would be unable to resist it, his strength not yet having reached the ability to turn away from freshly flowing blood of any kind and yet his words were entirely true. She was no his preferred prey. The man so having mistaken her cautiousness for fear of his species rather than a simple wariness of men altogether. Besides, who had ever heard of an honest vampire? Arlo perhaps one of the few in that regard. Surprise touching his features as she produced a worn red leather wallet, the man half anticipating her to come at him with pepper spray (it wouldn't be the first time), his own form tensing slightly before she merely handed him those required coins.

"I....you....your actually giving me the money?"

He had not truly expected her to give it to him, even despite his having asked and especially not after she seemed so entirely fearful of him, his youthful features shifting into a frown once more as she asked after just what the book was for. Arlo shifting in clear discomfort now, the man working to hurriedly amend his facial features into something neutral and pleasant yet again.

"I, well, I keep lists in it, of things I need to remember, of people I've met. I'm.....not exactly like other vampires and sometimes I need to remember where I've been so I don't go there again."

It was true, if nothing else, at least mostly. Arlo tucking that money back into his own pocket now before his blue gaze lifted to the equally blue eyes of the woman.

"I guess I'm heading to the mall then, do you want to come? I mean, if you're not busy?"