if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Okay so, like, sometimes, Abigail kind of sort of forgot that whole...can't understand you thing that came with her animal form. She'd gotten SO used to just...being herself around her first real boyfriend ever that a part of her just habitually continued on her story with little regard to the whole yipping, barking, yelping part of things. Arlo's gentle reminder, however, prompted little more than a soft sigh from the small panda. Right. She had to shift. At her boyfriend's house. In front of him. To tell him about the necklace. Great. Jussssssst great. Abigail had never really shifted in front of anyone before. It was always just one of those things that had happened behind closed doors - the people of her hometown surely wouldn't have understood or welcomed the Irish family if they had known that they were....different. As if being foreigners within Nepal hadn't been ostracising enough as it was. But this was Arlo! Her Arlo! The man who had taken her home when he had been too scared to go himself, the one who had protected her and kept her safe and took her to her very first super fancy hotel and ITALY. If she could trust anyone, it was most certainly him. Her butt wiggled ever so slightly as Abigail lingered upon the edge of the sofa, only to leap off and onto the ground with a less than graceful landing....er, I mean THE MOST GRACEFUL LEAP EVER!

With all four paws upon the hardwood floor, Abigail waddled towards the cracked door of Arlo's bedroom. His sudden inquiry alone caused her to pause as the little panda glanced over her shoulder. Those hazel eyes provided the man an almost purposeful look before her lips parted to offer him one singular bark - stay! It had, perhaps, not occurred to her that he might not fully understand what she was attempting to convey to him as she continued forward, slipping between the crack in the door with a gentle nudge with her nose. The act of shifting was a decidedly easy one for the were-girl, at least, once she got over that whole heart fluttering anxiety of her boyfriend possibly seeing the whole ordeal or the whole shifting with him only several feet away thing. Either way, in a matter of moments, Abigail was left on her hands and knees in the middle of her boyfriend's bedroom - unfortunately, quite without any clothing at all. A soft breath left her lips as she leaned back upon her heels, her arms stretching out her human skin. Gawd, his apartment was super cold tonight. She needed clothes. Maybe a shirt. She could probably steal that without it being too much of a bother, couldn't she? The woman glanced briefly over her shoulder as she rose, her feminine voice calling out that answer that she truly shuddered to consider. Staying forever? With that vampire? Nope!!! Noooo, thank you! She will so pass on that!

Abigail wandered towards Arlo's closet, the girl pausing only to wince at that shout that echoed through the apartment. Arlo, it seemed, was not quitteee so pleased about that one. Oops. What was she supposed to do?!? She hadn't CHOSEN to be picked up by the girl! The very last thing that she had expected, however, was for the bedroom door to suddenly swing open, her boyfriend's face showing his distress as he stood in the entryway. In that terrible awful utterly frightening moment, the young woman all but froze in place, her large hazel eyes focused entirely upon Arlo. In one singular moment, the two simply stared at one another, both far too caught off guard to move. It was the fumbling of the vampire's baritone voice that finally seemed to spark some movement within the girl. Immediately she reached out for the pillow upon Arlo's bed, the woman all but scooping the first up into her arms as if it was enough to cover....well....the important bits of her slender, pale physique. The second pillow was all but launched at her boyfriend's still staring face. "ARLO! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STAY OUT THERE." Her voice held a hint of franticness to it, this was like....SO SO SO BAD! This was almost as bad as if he'd seen her shift! Oh God. God! GOD WAS GOING TO SMITE HER! Or....or something! That's what He did, right?! That pillow to his face, however, seemed to finally provoke some response within Arlo as the vampire whirled to face the wall, his hands lifted over his eyes.

"I...." That singular syllable was all that managed to leave the girl's lips before she fell to an awkwardly and ridiculously embarrassing sort of silence. She clung to the soft pillow against her chest, as if it was her very lifeline. Cautiously, she shuffled around her boyfriend as Arlo shifted from the wall, reaching for the wardrobe with his back so purposefully placed towards her. Nervously, her teeth nibbled at the bottom of her lip as she watched him rifle through the clothes in his wardrobe. She watched as he pulled out a t-shirt and jacket, followed immediately by those jeans that would undoubtedly be too loose for her slender figure. God, this was SUCH a bad idea. Maybe she should have stayed as a panda?! Tentatively, her fingers reached out, the girl doing her best to juggle clothes and her pillow covering as Arlo struggled to keep his face from her. It was only once she had that small bundle in hand that she watched the man slowly make his way towards the door, closing it behind him almost softly. The sound alone prompted a large sigh of relief, her heart still hammering madly within her chest. Her creamy flesh was a flush with her own discomfort, tainting her a soft red. Slowly, she placed Arlo's pillow down upon his bed, only to gingerly hold up the t-shirt he had offered her. Well, it was better than nothing and she certainly was appreciative of it.

The sound of her boyfriend's voice on the other side of the door drew her hazel eyes as she quickly pulled the shirt over her head. "It....it's okay." Her voice was more akin to a squeak, the woman still getting over that rush of adrenaline in her poor system. This was SOOO not how she envisioned tonight going! She pulled Arlo's boxers over her hips, the clothing sagging ever so slightly around her frame - his jeans failing altogether to stay up, prompting the girl to abandon them entirely. She pulled his hoodie over her figure, the jacket long enough that it covered most of her shorter form. Slowly she moved towards the door, her fingers hesitating on the handle as she opened it just a crack - just in time to hear her boyfriend's compliment. If it was at all possible, Abigail was certain she just turned an even deeper shade, "Th....thank you." God, she was certain she was just going to die if she had to face her boyfriend right now - just DIE.