Arlo James

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

It was almost refreshing, really, to meet someone who had some humor about them and didn't instantly try to attack him with something. As if any and all vampires only ever wanted to maul everyone around them. Hell, maybe they did, what would he really know? Yet, still, he could hardly deny the simple appreciation he felt for that slender young woman whom lingered in her disheveled apartment and seemed to appreciate his own slightly self-deprecating humor in turn. Arlo, if anything, had no delusions about who or what he was. He knew how utterly hopeless he was prone to being. He knew he tended to ramble and he knew off his own reputation amongst 'real' vampires enough to respect their general disdain for him and his kind. It was what it was. Pretending to to be some suave, wealthy gentleman was hardly his style. Age, he was pretty sure, was what afforded most vampires that ability. Arlo, by vampire standards, decidedly young. That easy grin resting on his features all the same as he offered that doo-locking suggestion only to realise is own powers for teleportation had already circumnavigated that. Still, most people couldn't do that right? That had to be two percent of the population or less didn't it? Maybe that was an overestimate. Either way, the woman seemed willing enough to take that poorly offered advice on board all the same.

His own towering figure easily crouched down then to at least attempt to corral that escaped fruit. Arlo hardly minding allowing the young woman to keep that fruit that rolled to her feet. She looked like she could do with some food all the same. Still, he hardly made any mention of that. The vampire attempting to eplan how he'd ended up here to begin with before apologising for the intrusion. The young woman hardly seeming too terribly perturbed all the same, commenting instead that Arlo was hardly the worst thing that could have walked through her door. The man snorting softly as that fruit was piled neatly bag into his bag.

"Can't argue with you there, babe."

There was little about Arlo that was hurried in any sense, let alone anything less than casual. The vampire a decidedly good-natured, calm, near overly friendly creature when given the chance to be. Even if his fellow vampires often saw fit to tease him over it. Arlo hardly the coward they seemed content to make him out to be- even if he did flee from more battles than he fought. It was hardly as if he didn't have the power to defend himself, rather, there was little about the man that was prone to that aggression. At least, not in most cases. Arlo, of late, having developed those decidedly territorial tendencies over Abby herself- let alone any room his girlfriend was in. He always had been a little....possessive over Sebastian's blood too. His blue gaze drifted briefly away from the Were then and towards that apartment that surrounded them, Arlo eyeing those stacked boxes and half-unpacked home in general. The sudden appearance of a cat seeing both eyes lift slightly as he eyed the creature. A Were with a pet? That seemed almost amusing really. Still, that offer to help, if she needed it, fell from his lips all the same. Arlo halted near mid-sentence by the women's sudden insistence she liked the way the boxes brought out the colour of the wall.

"What? Really? Oh."

That grin found his lips again at the very realisation of that joke seemed to strike him, a chuckle humming from his lips all the same as she waved away that offer for help. Most of her moving, it seemed, already done. The woman also equally familiar with Barry from downstairs. That story about cooking herbs seeming to be one the guy used a lot. Arlo chuckling slightly once more before the woman's comment on ehr lack of possessions, his own shoulders lifting in a shrug.

"I know how that is. I move every year or so myself- or i used too. I've been her longer then I intended. Still, it's nice to meet ya, Carolina and Greyson. Cute cat. I had a cat once. It turned out not to be a cat though...."

One hand lifted to run through his hair then, his fingers catching in those near-black strands as he managed an almost sheepish look. Arlo hardly going into any further depth on those few weeks he'd spent believing his own Little Bear had been some sort of stray alley cat. Was it his fault he wasn't familiar with exotic animals!? Still, her sarcastic assurance she would try not to be a clydesdale merely saw his hand wave lightly.

"Nah, you can be as loud as you want. Im literally dead in the day and I'm awake at night anyway so noise don't bother me."

It was, he supposed, rather unfortunately true. During those daylight hours he was little more then, well, a dead body for all intents and purposes. He could no more hear than he could wake from that state- unless some danger threatened or that sun set. Carolina could throw a tap dancing party every day and he'd hardly ever know. Some of the other neighbours might complain though. Still, that truth remained all the same. Arlo attempting to brush off that vampirism with ease once more even if he hadn't exactly made his peace with it himself. After all, it wasn't as if he'd wanted to be this....thing to begin with. He hadn't chosen this. Not any of it. If he'd only.....Such thoughts, for now, were shoved aside. Arlo forcing that grin back onto his lips as Carolina suggested she hardly knew why those other vampires didn't like him before that query on why she was hear at all almost seemed to, well, catch her off guard a little. The woman almost skipping over the question altogether and yet, he supposed, that was her business. Still odd though.

"Surprisingly its not my bad teleporting they object too. They tend not to my hunting them. My roommate? Oh, Mi? She's odd altogether. She's a nurse or a doctor or something. All she ever does is study. You know, she never even once invited her hot nurse friends around for a party?I mean, not that I'd look. I've got a girlfriend. As far as Mi goes though you'd probably like her, she's kinda weird about the supernatural world though. She didn't believe me when i told her I was a vampire, had to stab myself to prove it. My girlfriends a Were like you.Mi chased her with a broom the first time she saw Abby in animal form so- be careful of brooms I guess."

That had not at all be a good night. In fact, it was one of the few times Arlo had actually gotten....angry. The man rather preferring not to consider that lack of control on his own temperament he's possessed that evening. He'd been so good for so long now and yet that control still eluded him. Whatever words he had been about to offer were suddenly cut short, his blue gaze falling on several pages of newspaper that had been used to wrap up the plates contained in the box nearest him. The vampire reaching forward to pluck a single sheet of that newspaper, that coloured picture printed on it turned toward Carolina then. That fairy King Dorian and his vampire husband Sebastian grinning readily from it.

"It's been more than a month and this Royal Wedding is still in every magazine and paper. Nice couple though, you know they live in this city? Well, sometimes, they spend a lot of time in Italy I think. I met Dorian once at...er....a...party. You know, for an Italian who hadn't left Italy in like a thousand years, he speaks really good English. You got any friends or anyone you know here still, Carolina?"