if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Staying still when Abigail so desperately wanted that 'collar' off was like....the hardest thing ever. She'd never been terribly used to having something so....restricting around her neck. Though, really, Abigail had never really owned any jewelry, to begin with. Where she had grown up, her town was at the very brink of poverty, the very sort where such kind of accessory was more akin to begging to be stolen. An almost pathetic whimper left her lips as she waited for Arlo's fingers to toy with that tiny clasp and yet, thankfully he'd finally managed to get the darn thing OFF after several agonizingly long moments. The moment the delicate links of that necklace fell away and into Arlo's palm, Abigail was all too keen to shake off, resettling her fur in an almost canine like manner. How much better she felt now that the necklace was gone! Arlo's hand against her russet fur only prompted a soft sound of satisfaction from her lips - only for both of their attention to turn back towards those glistening diamonds within Arlo's hand. Abigail was hardly oblivious to what her boyfriend suggested, albeit beneath the guise of concern for her welfare. As if she'd wear something like that out! Especially to these parts of the city! The people that she'd met on her way here were evidence enough of just how much that thing DID NOT belong upon her neck!

Her fur bristled at the very suggestion, her tail flopped behind her in an almost annoyed fashion as her hazel eyes stared rather pointedly at the man in front of her. She watched as his arms folded over his chest, Arlo purposefully giving her the same dubious stare only for the young woman's lips to part in some effort to inform him of how she not only hadn't wanted this thing on to begin with but then there was that vampire girl who had just shoved it on her and fed her strawberries and then took her to the park and pushed her down a slide and told her that she was not only her only friend but also her best friend on top of it and even though she was kind of a terrifying vampire who Abby had TOTALLY seen kill someone, she was kind of certain that the girl was really just a bit lonely but that STILL didn't make it right to put a collar on her and Abigail REALLY needed to return that necklace because whoever's it was was totally going to miss it but she was scared to go back alone but she couldn't bring Arlo because what if Arlo and the girl got in one of those vampirey fights and she had absolutely no idea what to do but she DEFINITELY DID NOT WANT IT. Any efforts to interrupt her tirade were all but ignored, Abigail so entirely wrapped up on her explanation of those events that everything else failed to really matter until well....she ended with a slight huff and a...probably too cute of a pout.

It was only once she was finished and that silence momentarily drifted between them that her boyfriend's baritone voice finally intervened, only to inform her that he hadn't understood a single word. Oh. Right. That. A soft breath left the woman's lips as her hazel eyes turned towards the contents of his apartment, though what she was looking for, even she wasn't entirely sure. Her ears flicked ever so subtly in a small display of acknowledgment at whatever....the thing was her boyfriend wanted to talk to her about. Rather, it was that inquiry of where she had gotten the necklace that once again prompted a soft, short bark from her lips - one she knew he wouldn't understand anyway. Shift. She had to do this...shifting.....thing. Right. She'd never actually shifted in front of anyone before. Well, that is, anyone besides her mother. She was always taught that it was some sacred...private moment though she hadn't truly understood why. The end result, however, was that Abigail was far more...conscientious of that change than most of her kind. There was something about that twisting of her frame and snapping her bones and muscles that felt...embarrassing. The LAST thing she wanted was for Arlo to see that. The panda waddled towards the edge of the sofa, her butt wiggling ever so slightly as she bounded off the edge and onto the floor.

A singular backward glance was given at Arlo before she offered him a singular bark, attempting, by some measure to tell him to stay - whether or not he did, however, much less even understood her was a whole different matter. Abigail, however, was far more dedicated to her goal at hand as her little panda legs waddled over towards his bedroom door. It hardly took much effort to stick her little nose in the crack, pushing the door open just enough for the girl to step inside with a flick of her bushy russet tail. Abigail easily waddled towards the center of that open space, only to glance once behind her before she let that shift overcome her. Everything was going to be okay. She totally had this. She'd done this like....a million times! That transformation from panda to girl was quite over before Abigail could even continue to fret about it, leaving her in the middle of Arlo's bedroom on her hands and knees - quite without clothing at all. Slowly, the girl leaned back on her heels, stretching out her arms. Step one....steal one of Arlo's shirts. And um....well...she kinda needed underwear....and some sort of...bottom....thing...her boyfriend probably didn't have anything that fit her either. A soft breath left her lips before she called out over her shoulder, answering that question the man had asked her several moments ago. "A vampire put it on me. She thought it'd make me her pet and then I'd stay for forever." The idea of it was enough for Abby to shudder, even as she rose from her feet and made her way towards Arlo's...closet....or wardrobe....dresser? Either way, at the present moment, Abigail was altogether oblivious of exactly where her boyfriend was at the moment, the woman far more concentrated upon the goosebumps that had arisen upon her bare arms as a shiver ran down her spine.