if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
There was little denying that the red panda was altogether flustered at what had just occurred. After all, she knew Arlo wasn't bad, even if he made bad decisions sometimes but she could empathize with the terrified woman. Hell, she'd be terrified if some random stranger glomped her with a scary web and bit her! She'd be certain she had like....rabies or something! After all, even she thought Arlo was more akin to raggedy bum living off the streets! Still...he probably could clean up nicely in those super suave suits they show in the real romance movies. With that perfectly styled hair goo and all those lines all nice and crisp and pretty. No. BAD ABIGAIL. Don't let that thought get away from you. They were trying to run away from nearly ATTACKING someone and she was all day dreaming about the man beneath her all swanky and fancy. Didn't her mother warn her against this?! 'Abigail, you don't go changing a man. Tigers don't change their stripes.' Something like that. That gentle brush of his hand against her fur slowly caused that bristling of her fur to cease and yet, she was entirely inclined to remain hidden in the back of his hood - entirely certain they were going to be caught somehow. After all, she had literally just helped him assault someone. Dear Lord, look at how she was moving through the world, from grand theft auto to assault! What was next?! Arson?!

It was those softly spoken words of how that wound looked that prompted the girl's thoughts to turn from where they so drastically strayed. Tentatively, the young woman stepped out from her hiding place within Arlo's hood, glancing down where he pulled his shirt away from his frame, affording the woman quite the view of what lay beneath those articles of clothing. Oh. Um. Hello there. Yes sir, you would look very nice all prettily like and and and with that chest underneath? Um. Yum? NO WAIT. WAIT. SHE WAS CHECKING FOR WOUNDS. YEAH. THAT'S RIGHT. YUP. Just doin some wound checking here. Bark. Chip. Yip. You're all good! Grade A! The creature turned abruptly, regaining her position upon his shoulder and inside that hood she so often took to hiding in, even as she regarded the world around her with a continued sense of weariness. It was only back within the comfort of that apartment that she'd feel at home -- er, at ease. It was a shame really, she'd so adored the twinkling of the lights and the magic of that ice skating had once fascinated her, only now for that world to be dimmed by her own lingering concern that what they'd just done might somehow be found out.

Even as they passed that chilled rink, her hazel eyes wandered towards it with a sense of awe. It was a shame their evening had turned so awful, otherwise, she'd have demanded, in some way, to pull him out on the ice. Skating didn't look all that hard, it couldn't have been as difficult as he made it out to be, right? She could ice skate, even in this form....maybe. The snow alone already felt cold under her paws, hm...maybe ice would be too much. She was tentatively leaning forward ever so slightly, eying that ice as they continued down the path and away from that alleyway they'd so struck that woman down within before, quite to her surprise, a loud shouting behind them drew her gaze, causing her hazel eyes to turn nearly as much as Arlo himself had. The girl was entirely astonished to find the woman he'd so fed from but moments ago up on her feet, so widely attracting the small crowd within the park in an effort to inform the others of what had happened to her. This was exactly what Abigail had feared, even if she was glad to see the woman on her feet and well.

Her gaze shifted to her companion, her head bobbing slowly as she reached forward to let her nose gently bump against the man's head, acknowledging that, really, things weren't all that bad. Still, that women's presence made her all the more restless, entirely eager to be done with this 'adventure' altogether. This was so NOT how her Christmas was supposed to go! She ducked down into Arlo's hoodie, altogether aware that her presence alone certainly would have made identifying the man all the easier. It's not like everyone walked around with an exotic animal on their shoulder every day! It was only once the pair were across the street that Abigail's head stuck out tentatively from that hoodie, a soft breath of relief leaving her lips as they finally stepped into that apartment building. Thank goodness! The sight of that tree was altogether warming to her heart, this was surely where they belonged.

A soft squeak left her lips as Arlo reached up, placing her suddenly on the edge of the sofa. The girl shook out her fur, more akin to a canine in that action. That soft brush of his fingers within her fur caused a soft chirp to leave her lips. Her head tilted ever so slightly at the beginning of Arlo's words, her gaze entirely settled on the man as he so struggled with what he so wished to say. In truth, the girl hardly anticipated an i>apology from him! That was...unexpectedly sweet! She surely would have grinned if her features so allowed it, instead her mouth parted, eying him with a look that surely came across more as derpy than gleeful. Her head bobbed in a small effort to show that Abigail did, really, understand the situation he was placed within. He could hardly help what he was, she knew that. But the man needed to eat! Her head tilted to the side as he continued, commenting on how much he tried to avoid those of the mortal variety in favor for feasting on his own kind. She was hardly oblivious, however, to the fashion at which that grin failed to light up his features in the way it so often did.

She watched as her companion flopped upon the sofa, so staring up at her whilst he spoke instead of a particular prey he found altogether enticing. She found it curious, really, the way he could so passionately talk of their scents and tastes with far more clarity than even humans did of their food. It was curious to hear, though it certainly made the woman wonder what SHE smelled like to him in comparison. Hopefully she still smelled a little okay? Maybe not...utterly amazing like this particular vampire but...maybe just a little okay? That wasn't to much to ask, was it? Her gaze shifted only with her companion's, those hazel eyes falling upon that Christmas tree. A soft chirp left her lips as she slowly shifted towards the edge of that sofa, her tail wiggling ever so slightly before the girl tentatively leapt down and onto her companion, entirely content to simply sit upon the man. After all, he did promise her they would return here to be Christmas-y, didn't he? She could use a little bit of Christmas after those shenanigans.