Arlo James

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

He was dimly aware, in those early hours of the evening, of that clock radio beside his bed bursting into life just before seven pm, the radio flicking on to act as an alarm of sorts, blasting out a song Arlo felt was far, far to joyous for so early in the evening. He should have turned that off- he had nothing to get up for tonight and yet he'd been so exhausted at the end of last night he simply hadn't bothered. Now it very near mocked him, requiring him to roll over and physically switch it off before it would cease that ridiculous noise. His body was sluggish and yet it always was when he first woke, that entirely dead frame taking several moments to reanimate itself, his lungs slowly remembering how to breath as his limbs struggled to cling to whatever life existed in him still from his meal last night. God how he wished he could forget last night. Memories of that Hunter girl stirring within his mind still, Arlo shifting at last, a curse muttered beneath his breath at that pain that radiated from the top of his shoulder. Those dark blue eyes glance briefly downward at his chest, eyeing that still rather visible stab wound and the ugly bruising that surrounded it along with that crusted, dried blood. His meal last night, along with how much blood he'd lost from the damn wound had resulted in it barely healing overnight. At least it had stopped bleeding, he supposed and yet he'd have to find something to eat tonight if only to make sure it healed the rest of the way. A groan of sorts finds its way to his lips, Arlo collapsing back against his pillow once more. He'd been planning to do nothing tonight, nothing, maybe watch TV and enjoy one of those truly lazy evenings that didn't result in him running for his undead life and yet now- faced with the prospect of actual work the man saw even less of a need to remove himself from those sheets.

Why was his leg warm? His sluggish mind had, finally, so seemed to become aware of that detail. Arlo never truly warm in any sense and as such this sensation was one that warranted investigation, the vampire sitting up once more, blue gaze falling onto what appeared to be a large ball of fluff curled against his left leg. That was new. One hand fumbles briefly with that radio, turning it off at last before eyeing the fluffy creature, her distinctly familiar scent seeming to reach him at last to stir the man, finally, into full wakefulness. A brief look of confusion tainting his features all the same before that almost boyish, lopsided grin seemed to work its way onto his lips. Why on earth he was so pleased to see the Little Bear again he hardly knew, visitors were a true rarity he supposed, one hand lifting to run though his own dark locks before the other moved to brush through that thick russet fur of his free-roaming pet.

"You know Chicka, this is the first time in- god- like five months since I've had anything female in my bed."

He can hardly help that momentary chuckle, winching slightly at that brief stab of pain such a gesture brought, fingers rubbing idly at the wound before reaching down to scoop up that little creature he had been entirely sure he wouldn't see again, seating her on his lap as he sat up once more in turn. His fingers easily moved to rub behind one of her ears in an almost affectionate gesture, just the way one might pet a puppy or a kitten, the vampire rather inexplicably delighted in her presence before a frown of sorts finds it way to his features, brow furrowing just slightly. Why was the Little Bear here? Had she really come all this way just to visit? That seemed doubtful in the least, maybe she wanted her share of the money he'd gotten from the car they'd stolen? Arlo dismissing the thoughts for now. He shifts at last, placing the Bear to the side before easing himself out of bed, a yawn still on his lips as he rubs at one eye before gesturing briefly to that ensuite.

"Let me have a shower first alright? Then we can, I dunno, play charades in an effort for me to work out why you're visiting tonight."

Another chuckle stirs within his throat, Arlo bending to pull those bed socks from his feet, flinching slightly once more before tossing them on the bed, one finger catching in the rim of his boxer shorts before that ardent blue gaze fell upon the Little Bear once more, one eye lifting upward in momentary amusement, a teasing simper upon his lips.

"Hey, Stare Bear, maybe turn around for this part, eh?"

He wasn't sure entirely what she was, well, he knew she was Red Panda and not a cat at all as he had once thought, the man assured 'bear' was still a safe reference, after all Panda bear was surely a thing and yet exactly what sort of magical being she was remained to be seen. Arlo having simply settled upon the belief she was some magically enchanted witches familiar or something. Even so, she was still a female, the vampire waiting for her to turn around before dropping his boxer shorts, tossing them onto the bed with his socks before striding into the bathroom to acquaint himself with that hot water that felt so damn glorious on his cold skin. The man working to clean that wound in turn, one good meal sure to see it healed entirely, before he stepped from that shower at last, tying that towel about his waist before stepping back into the bedroom and pausing at his wardrobe in a hunt for jeans and a shirt, glancing briefly over his shoulder as he did. Arlo entirely....casual in everything he did.

"So Chicka, what's up?"