if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
There was a certain wiggle to her frame as she reached up to so lick the man's cheek in a small display of not only affection, but too of her decided glee that finally he had so taken the hint of what she had desired from him. The young girl settled back in his arms, her bright hazel eyes so eagerly soaking in every aspect of the world she was surrounded with. Her ears twitched with every sound that invaded them, her attentiveness however, shifted only at the sound of Arlo's own smooth lyrics so calling to her. She glanced upwards at him at the sound of those two words and yet, Abigail hardly took fault in his simple declaration that she was odd. Rather, she took a certain sort of joy about it, her lips parted to echoing a chattering sort of sound at him and yet, there was no denying that, this time, it was entirely out of her own enthusiasm. That door, however, so immediately pulled her attention away from the man, the girl leaning forward within his arms as he stepped forward and into the cold. The little red panda could hardly suppress that shudder that wracked her frame at so being thrusted within that chilly atmosphere and yet, she knew well she would adapt. After all, her home village had been subjected to this same cold but her panda form was definitely not a fan of it.

She bounced forward from him, pausing only once she realized the poor daft man was hardly following her at all. For a brief moment, the girl stopped in her tracks, turning back to simply stare at him. Stare stare stare. Commeee tooo meeeee. You're hypnotized by my gazeeeee! Ehh...that didn't work. A soft huff left her lips as he suddenly pivoted, clearly intending to leave her. Nope! Not yet! You can't go yet! She dashed forward, running between his legs and tugging on his jeans, attempting her very best to just make him understand. Worse case scenario, she could always climb back through his window until he eventually got the hint. She was pretty sure he was smarter than he was pretending to be at the moment. His voice caused her to momentarily pause in her antics, glancing upwards at him with a flop of her tail. Hm...she wasn't good at sewing....maybe she'd go after his shoelaces next then if her plan failed once again. She skittered away from him, her gaze turning expectedly back towards him, waiting to see if he got the message.

Andddd, Abby to mission control! We have lift off! Okay okay, so maybe Arlo wasn't exactly a rocket but it was successful. A gleeful bark left her lips as she turned to dash ahead and towards that alleyway once again, pausing only till she deemed him close enough before rushing into that darkness. Christmas tree, oh christmas tree, how lovely are your branches! We're coming to rescue you and give you a nice home and we'll decorate you and it'll be great and yay! She slid to stop in front of that tree, turning to glance back at the man while paused just in the middle of the alleyway, clearly failing to note that object of utmost importance. Another bark so left her lips in that moment, entirely demanding of his attention whilst remaining completely oblivious of the way in which his gaze so lingered on her russet hued fur. If she did know, there was little doubt that Abigail might so strut her stuff, maybe just a little bit. Mixed with some blushing in there. And maybe a little bit of hiding. GAH! Don't look at her like that! Too much pressure! Focus on the tree! The treeeeee.

Abigail turned towards that evergreen so leaning in the corner, rushing up to it beneath it's trunk. Scaling it was, after all, what her kind was made for, her claws digging into the trunk as she started climbing up it. Unfortunately for the young girl, however, the hardly secured tree certainly was not meant even for that ten pounds of extra weight she added all too one side. The more she moved up it, the more it began to move away from that precarious position upon the wall until Abigail found herself nearly climbing straight vertically and thennn....it started toppling in what felt like slow motion. Nooooooo. Treeeeee. She released her hold on it, but it was too late, the large Christmas Tree and Abigail herself had been capsized. The tree hit the ground with a thud, the small panda so rolling out of those needles from the impact alone only to go tumbling to a stop in front of his shoes, landing upon her back. Those hazel eyes blinked as she looked up at him, all too aware of what she had just done. You uh....you didn't see that. Yup. Just...pretend that uh...didn't happen. Still....she guessed he kinda found the tree. Tada?