Arlo James

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

Wherever the hell she'd gotten that necklace- she had a damn lot to say about it. Arlo had no sooner managed to unclasp that diamond 'collar' then Abigail launched into that decidedly animalistic effort to explain it to him or....tell him off for asking. That look she gave him right before she started barking made him believe that it was probably the later. Her fur seemed to bristle in irritation as her tail flicked from side to side. Those barks and chirps only increased in frequency as Abigail plunged determinedly onward with her speech. Arlo's efforts to interrupt her were readily 'talked' over. The vampire merely falling silent then. If he had learned anything from being with Abby all this time it was surely that when a woman had it in her mind to talk it was better to listen. After all, if you didn't listen she'd just say it all again anyway- but louder. The very fact he couldn't understand her, at least in that form, was seemingly lost on his Little Bear. Arlo content to wait patiently all the same as she regaled him with ...er....well...whatever it was she was actually regaling him with. Or shouting at him about. Arlo'sown features frowned slightly in some effort to pick up the tone of those sounds before that little Panda abruptly huffed. Her fur puffed itself out in clear displeasure before her features shifted into what Arlo was almost sure was the Panda version of a pout. It was kinda cute really. Not that he intended to tell her that right now. He'd learned that too. Girls didn't like being told they were cute when they were trying to be, well, not.

It was only once the little Panda had finished her tirade that Arlo turned his blue gaze up from that necklace in his hand to inform her that he hadn't actually understood anything she'd said for the past five minutes. Passionate though her efforts had been. Abby sighed then, the little Panda wiggling for a moment before leaping from the couch only to begin to waddle across the floor and toward his bedroom. Did she ...want something there? Where was she going? Was he supposed to follow her? Was she showing him something? Arlo's gaze lingered on her retreating figure for several moments as he remained beside the couch.

"Babe? Am I supposed to follow you?"

The realisation that she couldn't actually answer him seemed to strike him in almost the same moment. Arlo readily frowned at his own lack of thought on that before Abigail turned to offer him a single bark and disappear into his bedroom. The vampire left merely staring after her. What did that bark mean? Did she need help with something in there? Maybe he could get her one of those boards with all the pictures and she could point at things when she was in her Panda form. Maybe he could bring that after he'd gotten over the whole moving in together thing and whatever rules were associated with that. After all, if she wasn't allowed to sleep with him until they were married there was probably some rules about living together. Maybe she just had to have her own bed? Arlo shook the thought from his mind as he wandered toward his bedroom then, that diamond necklace still resting loosely in his right hand. Abigail's voice, her human voice, suddenly came from his room then as Arlo paused briefly outside the bedroom door. His girlfriend answering the question he'd asked her several moments ago on just where she'd gotten her 'collar' to begin with. That very mention that another vampire had given it to her seemed to obliterate any other thought from his mind entirely.

"WHAT!?"

Arlo stepped into his bedroom in the same moment, his bedroom door flung open with the gesture. The vampire hardly mad at Abigail in any sense, rather, the idea that another vampire thought they could give his girlfriend anything was just....fucking ludercrious is what it was.

"Which vampire was this? I'll- jesus christ!"

That very realisation that Abigail was entirely naked so at last seemed to permeate his distress over the necklace. Arlo appearing near dumbstruck in that moment as he simply...stared. Whatever he;d been about to say was utterly lost at the sight of Abby standing at his wardrobe with utterly nothing on. He could hardly help the fashion in which his bright blue gaze lingered upon her figure, taking in every gorgeous femanine curve and line from the smooth roundness of her butt to the soft swell of her breasts and those long locks of read hair that seemed all the more bold in colour agianst her creamy skin. She was just so....beautiful. Arlo inclined to feel that dull and yet familiar ache in both his throat and his loins all at once. That desirs for her so intermingled with that hunger for her blood all at once. The two not yet fully able to seperate themselves when it came to Abby. He wanted all of her, after all, blood and body. That very imagine of her naked was near burned into his mind as that realisation he was, still, blatantly staring seemed to strike him.

"I ...ummm....I didn't mean to.....I didn't.....I'm sorry I...."

Words, it seemed, had become all but lost on him. Arlo attempting to offer some apology for that accidental intrusion and yet his eyes had hardly managed to look away. No part of him, after all, ever wanted to look away from that again and yet finally, that realisation that he was still staring seemed to strike him. Arlo hurriedly lifted that hand to his eyes then, the vampire whirling to face the wall at the same time and offer Abby his back and that much needed privacy once more.

"Were you.....were you looking for clothes, Ab's? Hold on, I can get you some. I won't look again I promise just ...stay behind me."

Arlo managed to shift away from the wall then, the vampire doing his best to keep his back to his girlfriend as he shuffled toward is wardrobe before beginning to search for those clothes. Clothes. Right. Clothes. The vampires mind truly reluctant to focus on clothes when he was sure Abby looked just fine without them. God she'd looked incredible. He managed to grasp a t-shirt then and the smallest hooded jacket he had before attempting to find a pair of genes. His legs were far, far longer than her own but...she could roll them up right? Underpants. Shit. Did she need those? He only had boxers. Arlo reached for a pair of boxers all the same before holding that pile of clothes out behind, his face turned deliberately away until she'd taken them before he began to shuffle back towards the door again and out of the room. The door, this time, closed behind him. The vampire at last opening his eyes as he lent back agianst the wall beside the bedroom door. That necklace still in his hand and yet, for a moment at least, that was hardly important. Arlo determined to get to the bottom of that still- just ...not right this second. Not when he mind was buzzing. Christ. He'd probably freaked Abby out now too. She'd been nervous enough the night he'd seen her in her swimming costume- let alone with nothing on!

"Hey, Ab's? You ok? I really didn't mean to walk in on you like that."

One hand lifted to turn though his hair, Arlo listening for the sounds of Abby dressing. His mind content to picture exactly what he'd seen over and over again.

"Babe? If it helps at all- your really hot."

Well ...it was a compliment, right?