if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
That hint of concern upon her features was all too obvious as Abigail placed her paws upon the hard planes of the man's chest, sniffing at that wound that had so afflicted that otherwise flawless (yes, she had noticed that) physique. That entirely lackadaisical shrug in which she was offered hardly managed to sooth the girl's concern in the least but, in this regard, she supposed she was entirely useless. It wasn't like she could stitch him up or anything. Not like she'd even trust herself with a needle of any kind. Nopeee, Abby was definitely not the nursey type. Still, she was worried for her companion, even as he made some effort to reassure her of...well, something. She wasn't quite sure what. After all, he certainly didn't reassure her that his wound was okay - just that he deserved it. That was hardly helpful. Thanks Arlo. Still, the girl hardly asked after it again, not that she even could in the first place anyways. Rather, she shifted within his lap as he moved to stand, watching him with particular care until he so caught onto her, chiding her for staring when he was about to undress. Seriously! It wasn't like she was trying to catch a peek! It was just...that wound and he...well...ah! It was best to just...not bother trying to explain herself. She'd just...go over here and um...meander off with her embarrassment.

Instead, Abigail found herself settled on the counter in the kitchen, her hazel eyes directed outwards towards the chilly world below, her large ears twitching only at that sound of that water suddenly ceasing. Her head turned, staring at that doorway only to watch that handsome vampire waltz back into the room with little more than a towel around his waist to so grace his figure. Her eyes widened, turning quickly towards the window if only to ensure she wasn't caught staring again. He was determined wasn't he? To turn her cheeks that flaming color of red? She could feel those butterflies within her tiny chest, making that heart pound faster. The men in Nepal didn't look like him. Hell, her first boyfriend didn't even look as breathtaking as him. He was all over there waltzing around like a damn super model or something and here she was trying not to just die. This was just too much for the poor girl! Window. Look at that window. Um...and that um...man..outside. HE BETTER NOT BE GOING INTO HER TREE ALLEY.

She hopped all too quickly from that countertop, immediately beelining for that window as her paws so rhythmically began to brush against that glass, so desperately attempting to gain her vampire companion's attention. She paused the moment he approached her, circling around his feet as he reached down to open the glass and, for a moment, she hopped on the window sill. The sound of his voice certainly caught her attention and yet, she hardly realized that he was entirely ignorant of her intention. Rather, the girl paused, her ears twitching as he turned to leave and immediately her gaze turned towards him, a small huff leaving her nose as he presented her his back. She pounced back into the man's apartment, so running into the middle of the room only to bark at him to so recapture his attention. YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT. PAY ATTENTION TO ME. ARLO. ARLO. ARLO. BARK BARK BARK. Thankfully, her be annoying tactic seemed to have some effect upon the man as he turned to stare at her with his own hint of puzzlement so clear upon those features. Poor Arlo. If only you knew! But that's okay, you would soon. Cause we're going on an adventure for your Christmas Tree!

She watched as he moved to open the front door to his apartment and yet, Abigail remained exactly where she was, refusing to move entirely until he scooped her up within his arms. Yay! Success! A squeak of delight left her lips as he stepped out of that apartment, the girl twisting in his arms only to lean upwards (with GREAT AMOUNT OF CARE cause he had a boo boo!) to lick the man's cheek before settling once again. Yay! Adventure timeeee! We're goin on an adventure, we're goin on an adventureeee. Sorta. Not really. But still! It was only once they were out upon the street and Abigail was placed upon the floor that she found herself nearly wiggling with excitement. The little panda bounded ahead of him, pausing to turn and stare at him and when, inevitably, the man continued to fail to get her wants, she bounded back only to pause at his feet. Abigail leaned forward, her teeth catching what loose fabric of his jeans existed before tugging at it, clearly trying to pull him herself to where she so wanted him to go. Tug tug tug! Come onnnnn! She released his jeans, instead circling between his legs much like a house cat before bounding forward and towards the edge of the building once again. The girl paused, turning back to stare at him with as intensely creepy of a stare she could muster - as if that single stare might so coax him to come. See. She could be a stare bear. Just you watch, Arlo!