if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
It was the sound of those muttered curses that saw Abigail's hazel eyes flutter open, even if she hardly moved from her position against the man's leg. Rather, she simply remained where she was, waiting with nearly infinite patience despite the flutter of excitement that sent her little heart pounding within her chest. Her small head slowly rose, those large ears twitching as she watched the bare chested man slowly sit up within his bed. Her brightly hued eyes nearly immediately fell upon the wound that laced his shoulder - what was that? He was hurt? HE GOT A BOO BOO?! Oh my god, it looked bad too. What if he DIED. COULD A VAMPIRE DIE? Her internal panicking over this newfound discovery that her friend was hurt, however, was abruptly ruined by that warm grin and the velveteen sound of his voice. Her ears perked upwards at him, her head tilted inquisitively to side as his hand reached out to run down her fur in a way that was entirely pleasing to the girl. A low, chiping purr like sound left her lips at the action, her body entirely shifting into his hand as it ran down her figure. That felltt niccceeeeeeeee. Still, she was hardly inattentive to those words he'd spoken to her, instead all too aware of exactly what that meant. He was single. Insert eyebrow wiggle? Psh, who was she kidding.

Abigail hardly complained as he lifted her, settling the panda into his lap and, instead, she shifted forward, letting the man continue his pets while she investigated what interested (read concerned) her far more. Her front paws lifted upwards to rest upon his chest, that little nose sniffing at that wound and that encrusted blood. She was oblivious to the thoughts that so afflicted his mind as she eyed that wound with a level of clear uncertainty, her own attention clearly concerned very little with anything she might pilfer out of him this time. Although really, a little fruit never killed anyone. A chirp once again left her lips as he lifted her up suddenly, placing her beside him with relative ease and slowly, her butt settled on the cool sheets beneath her. Still she could hardly help how utterly delighted she was that Arlo was entirely willing to accept her presence tonight, enough to the point to so play charades in an effort to appease the young panda. The girl barked at him entirely eagerly, her tail lashing from side to side as best as the large fluffy thing could. Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree! Here we come, Mr. Christmas Tree!

What she didn't expect, however, was the way his fingers shifted to his waist, clearly intending to drop that small piece of fabric. Her eyes widened, shifting upwards towards his features as he so casually commented on her staring. Oh god. She was going to utterly die of embarrassment. Right here, right now. Just dead. No more panda. No more Abigail. Gone. All gone. The girl skittered off the bed perhaps a bit too quickly, quite literally face planting upon the floor before quickly finding her feet again to go busy herself elsewhere. Yup. Over here. Like um. Wow, this kitchen! It seems utterly fascinating! Look at those knobs. Those are some serious knobs. Uh huh. That's a nice unused stove. And um....this fridge is um...amazingly fridgey. That's some real fridge craftsmanship going on over here. It was only once she heard the sound of the water hitting the floor of the shower that soft breath of relief left her lips. Dear god that was terrible. The panda shuddered in memory of that moment, if she was human right now, her cheeks would have been fire engine red. Thankkkk god her panda skin didn't give away that as easily.

Still, she needed something to keep herself occupied with for the next several minutes, or however long his shower took. She didn't know if he was one of those in and out kinda guys or stand under the water and pamper your skin sort of people. She was the latter, of course, now that she was with such amazing modern conveniences as insta-hot water all the time, but that was irrelevant. Instead, Abigail found herself climbing up the counters in that kitchen, settling upon the countertop. Twas probably best to not dig through his things, hm? She bet all the counters were empty anyways. Bummer. Well, she guessed his window was kinda interesting. People watching didn't sound so bad - and indeed, that was exactly what Abigail occupied herself with, simply observing the coming and goings of his neighbors out the window from her perch upon the countertop. In fact, it wasn't until the sound of his voice that her gaze turned, entirely caught off guard by that towel around his waist. Man, he was SO not good at this not killing her poor little heart thing. Still, she barked in response, hopping down after a bit of a wobble to make her way towards the window, her paws lightly digging at the glass in a fashion only to inform him of her want to go out rather than actually attempting to achieve such. It was only once she was sure he understood the gesture that she bounded towards the middle of the room, staring up at him to bark at him again. Yes, yes, hurry, Arlo!