Arlo James

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

She affords him an almost curious look in that moment, as if his answer is unusual somehow. Did she not want an apology from a vampire for another vampire having bit her? Well- he supposed it was hardly his fault it had happened and yet wasn't that the way society worked? Apologising for things they hadn't even done if only to try and express some sort of empathy? He regards her evenly all the same, attempting to remain at least personable on some level before her shoulders shrug and she mentions this Werehorse. Huh. He'd never really considered Were-creatures beyond wolves, after all, they were the only ones you ever really heard about and yet he'd known from the beginning she was...something unusual, her scent in the least had given that away and yet horse would hardly have been his first guess. Some sort of deer maybe. Horses were altogether rare in the city as a whole, his features frowning slightly in that contemplation before the bright blue of his gaze meets her own.

"That explains what you are then I suppose, I assumed you'd been born that way, I didn't realise you were bitten and turned. I thought you meant a vampire had just fed from you, our bites don't turn people after all- just scare them a lot and you looked a little scared."

It is his turn to shrug his shoulders now. After all, when peopled so claimed to have been bitten it rarely meant anything other than a vampire. Biting was, after all, their 'thing'. Arlo however is hardly one to linger on those more despairing topics like her loss of humanity, a topic he himself rarely cared to grace into if only because it was pointless to dwell on what he had lost. At least, he supposed, he had been blessed with immortality at the same time- what had the girl before him really been given other than four legs? He attempts something of a smile once more, the girl managing a sort of smile in response. Well, it was a start if nothing else. She was hardly going to turn out to be his friend, not the way this was going and yet even an acquaintance was better than nothing. Provided she never mentioned having met him at all to any other vampires or Hunters. It is talk of that battered old notebook that seems to shift their conversation then, Arlo showing it to her for a moment in some attempt to explain why he needed the money before tucking it back into his back pocket for safe keeping. Later, tonight, he'd add it to shelf among all the other volumes of his undead life broken up into month long editions and years. It was discouraging, truly, to see that shelf sometimes and yet if nothing else he supposed, it gave him a hobby. His attempts to explain just what he is, so settling at last upon the word Crusnik, are met with seeming further curiosity from the girl. Arlo so having believed she might simply accept his explanation without having further need to explain his unusual ways. After all, there was much about himself even he hardly knew. Patrick had died long before having explained just why he was, perhaps, a little different and without his Maker, Arlo had simply been left to wander these past few years. Her question sees his lip quirk all the same, arms lifted in a truly clear 'I don't know' gesture as he regards her now.

"I've always been that way. It's the blood of my own kind I need but I don't know why, I haven't met anyone else like me to ask. At least no one dies when I eat- I mean, you can't kill a vampire by draining his blood, you just piss him off. They'll tell you it's not an honourable way of living but I argue otherwise."

There is something almost mischievous to his grin now, a chuckle humming within his throat before he takes it upon himself to ask whether the girl might be inclined to join him, after all, why not? Arlo entirely unperturbed by her blunt manner of asking questions, he himself forever seeming to hold a similar sort of impulsiveness when the mood should strike him to be as such. That the girl actually agreed however momentarily saw that surprise return to his features. Huh. He'd thought she was going to say no. Surprising. She steps to the side then, letting him pass to lead the way out of that alleyway and back onto the street, Arlo reaching to pull his hood back on and hide that wealth of dark hair before pausing to let his companion reach his side- heading back the way they had come. This time however, Arlo moved towards those front doors and well away from the food court, just in case his 'friend' had returned.

"What's your name anyway?"

He glances easily towards her, pressing upon those glass doors before stepping into that multi-storey shopping centre that was, despite the lateness of the hour, very near buzzing with activity and filled with far more stores then he anticipated. He needed a map or an information desk or something. He spies that floor plan but a moment later, wandering over to it now with his new companion in tow, frowning slightly before muttering.

"What sort of store sells notebooks do you think?"

Why were there so many options! Didn't they have a notebook store? Would a bookstore have it? He couldn't remember where he'd gotten his last one, a sigh of exasperation passing his lips before he simply turns to walk down the nearest corridor of shops. They'd find something as they walked, surely, Arlo hardly oblivious to the path he seemed to clear through the crowd. The overwhelming majority of the people within this mall were of the human sort or perhaps those less ghastly supernaturals, a handful of Fae, a few other Weres and the occasional witch. The majority of shoppers in this instance making use of the rather enormous grocery store on this floor. A lack of any need for vampires to shop for groceries assuring Arlo was the only vampire within the crowd at all- and didn't he know it! God, could people get further away from him? Anyone would think he was going to snatch their children. Such is the nature of the man however he simply ignores it, or at least pretends it hardly bothers him in any sense, gaze instead focused on finding just the right sort of store.

"What are you doing out so late anyway? Your boyfriend ditch dinner plans at the last minute?"

There was a note of tease to those words all the same, Arlo a good natured being most of the time, his lip quirking once more as he continued to peruse those stores they passed.