Arlo James

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

It was almost cute really, the way she seemed to purr like an odd little cat and her body lifted into his hand as his fingers ran through that russet coloured fur. She really was much more like a cat then a panda as far as he was concerned and yet he supposed he hardly had any right to argue with the girl and what species google so proclaimed her to be. One eye lifted in his own vague curiosity as the little creature stood up to place her paws against his chest and eye that angry looking bruise and still exposed laceration from that overly zealous Hunter last night. A simper of sorts tracing his own lips as he begun to shift at las from the bad. Really, it was almost as if that Panda cared about him. Arlo entirely oblivious to her very human capabilities in that regard as he merely offered a shrug of sorts in response to that unspoken worry she seemed to offer him. The vampire rarely given to actual worry in any sense, even when he surely should be. His overly casual, near blasé attitude to life (or death) in general surely the cause of many of his woes and yet he was nothing if not a decidedly optimistic creature.

"Don't worry about that, Little Bear, it was my fault. I upset a Hunter."

Well- it was his fault. Arlo holding precious few delusions about that. After all, most people hardly took well to being licked, Hunters especially seeming bothered by it. God he could barely believe he'd done it himself! All these years, all this time and he was still a slave to that blood. He didn't even like that blood, not truly, it would do when his preferred prey was absent and yet he still couldn't ignore it when it flowed so freely from an open wound as it had the Hunter girls arm and the Weredog's side. So much blood. He forgot himself then. Every time. Nothing mattered except that blood and god how he hated himself for it. If he could learn to limit what he took from mortal victims, if he could learn to simply ignore that prey he didn't feel like eating rather then ripping anything and everything with a heartbeat to pieces then why couldn't he simply ignore bleeding? It was as if he was entirely in control until he could smell, or see it, then all bets were off. He'd deserved to be stabbed. The Hunter girl was right. He had no discipline and yet he'd tried, didn't that count for something? He brushes those thoughts away almost determinedly as he makes his way to the shower, one good feed sure to fix that wound right up all the same. Arlo paused in his efforts to undress to eye his companion once more, amusement pulling at his lips as he affords her that boyish, lopsided grin, calling her out entirely for staring. The embarrassment clear enough even on her own panda-face. A chuckle rolling from between his lips as he wanders at last into that shower.

It is only once he deems himself presentable that he makes his way back out, that towel tied loosely about his waist as he begins that hunt for clothing, blue eyes lifted to peer into the room outside his bedroom, eyeing that Panda once more before making some attempt to ask after exactly why she was visiting him tonight. Not that he minded, he supposed. He was almost fond of the little creature, especially since he had been assured he'd hardly see her again. That dark t-shirt is pulled easily on and over his chest. Arlo stepping back behind that door if only to spare Abigail the sight of anything she might not desire to see once more as he found a clean pair of boxer shorts and a pair of jeans. The man forgoing that usual hooded jacket tonight. He draped that towel easily about his neck, rubbing it within those haphazard near-black locks in some effort to dry them as he wandered into the kitchen now. A frown of sorts touching his features at the sight of the Panda pawing at his window. Just how on earth she had even gotten in had only just occurred to him to consider and yet for now the vampire made no effort to address it as he stepped forward, opening the window for his little pet.

"Climbing out the window after sleeping with me eh? Typical."

That playful simper crosses his features all the same, Arlo so incorrectly assuming the Bear simply desired to leave for...whatever reason. The man hardly inclined to question the wants of animals as he (perhaps frustratingly to poor Abby) meandered back into his room, tossing his towel back into the bathroom before returning. Eyeing that Panda with some curiosity now, the girl having leaped back down and run to the centre of the room. Why was she just....standing there? Had he opened the window...wrong somehow? He never had really had a pet as a child, these the sort of life skills he was assured he had been denied. Puzzlement evidently clear on his features as he moved towards the door now, opening that instead.

"Did you want to go out this way? Hang on, let me take you, I don't want anyone grabbing you."

He reaches easily to scoop that panda back into his arms, a tiny part of him almost enjoying that near instant warmth her little body so provided him. Some part of the man acknowledging he was, in some sense, perhaps a little possessive of the creature. It was in his nature, he supposed, or at least- that of a vampire to find themselves territorial over certain places or people or....Pandas despite his efforts not to be and yet some things were simply biology. Arlo hardly caring to argue with himself here and now as he strode down those stairs and out onto the street, placing the Bear gently upon the sidewalk now.

"There. Is this what you wanted, Chicka?"