Arlo James

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

That idea of moving in together, it seemed, was a lot more terrifying to Abby then Arlo had truly anticipated it might be. Hell, it was a big step, he knew that. This wasthe first time he'd ever asked any girl to move in with him and yet, somehow, for Abigail, that step seemed like it had turned into a damn big leap instead. The Crusniks' own features readily frowned at the idea of, well, what he was mostly sure was all of Nepals customs. What the hell was wrong with this place? Was anyone allowed to do anything ever? Those thoughts, for once, stayed firmly within his own mind. Arlo certain it would be....impolite in the very least to voice them all out loud. It was Abby's culture after all- or it....sort of was. Arlo certain that criticising it was hardly the way to go regardless of his own belief it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard off. He could hardly help that sigh that fell from his lips all the same. The vampire having not truly anticipated that her moving in with him would be yet another hurdle to overcome. Arlo was not uninclined to admit he was...disappointed that this, too, was something else they were going to have to wait for. That business of marriage was becoming more and more necessary to see their relationship progress at all! He'd been planning to marry her anyway, hell, he'd known that for well over a year and yet he hardly wanted her thinking he was marrying her just to sleep with her and yet there hardly seemed to be a way around it. If they wanted to do....anything in that relationship that church and aisle were going to have to be the first steps. Damn but this was harder than anyone ever made it out to be and yet- that idea of simply....leaving so hardly ever entered his mind. Not when he had finally found someone, after all these years, who he actually.....loved.

Abigail seemed almost uncertain, in those moments that followed, of exactly which rules they had to follow and which ones might be more lenient. The red-haired woman insisted she could ask her father as her gaze shifted to stare down at her feet. Was he supposed to....go with her to ask? Hell, meeting her parents was another step he hadn't exactly considered. Then again, her Father had known she'd been dating a vampire for awhile now hadn't he? She had told him, right? That consideration seemed to dawn within his mind for the first time, Arlo frowning slightly once more before casting that thought aside for the moment. The man querying exactly what Abigail seemed to fear would happen if she...broke those rules. After all, it was hardly as if the government was following her or something was it? Abby's head shook once more as she lent back upon the sofa, his Little Bear insisting the government hardly enforced those rules and that rather, it was simply the way of things. That breaking those rules somehow made someone unwantable. That fear of being unwanted was clear upon her own face as Arlo's head tilted slightly, his own features softening again as one hand reached out to rest on her knee, his blue gaze meeting her own.

"Babe, I wouldn't care if you'd slept with someone before me. I'd still want you. Most women here have been with other guys before and I'm not saying that's something you should go out and do, I just mean that here....you don't have to ever worry about being unwanted. I'm always going to want you- I promise."

How readily he meant those words! Arlo allowed his hand to gently squeeze her knee if only to...assure her of that very thing. He'd wanted her for years now, it was hardly as if that was going to change. The idea that anyone wouldn't want her was almost ludicrous! Abby, he was certain, had no idea how simply beautiful she was. The young woman was quick to insist she would speak to her Father the next time he called. Arlo almost relieved at the notion he wouldn't have to meet the man himself- at least not yet. Meeting parents had never exactly gone in his favour in the past. Parents rarely ever seemed to like him and yet there was always a first time right?

"Your Dad knows about us though, right Ab's?"

Surely she'd told him before now. She had to have. They'd been going out for over a year. God how he hated seeing her look so worried! Arlo, in that moment, attempted to offer her a smile if only to reassure her that everything was entirely alright. So she maybe couldn't move in, it was hardly the end of the world right? They could work it out, somehow. That smile she offered back was hardly her usual beaming grin and yet, in the very least, she seemed keen on the idea of him getting a new place. His current one was a damn near nightmare. Arlo inclined to glance around it then with a look of disdain. He'd been in need of something better for months now. Something that had windows that locked and real furniture instead of boxes. His head nodded in agreement.

"I could definitely use something better than this. Something nicer, safer- with appliances that actually work."

Something bigger too. Maybe even with a spare bedroom or two now that he'd started to build something of a life for himself. Now that he actually had friends who might crash for a night or two sometime and hell, a music room was always needed. Yet it was hardly that house his thoughts lingered on for long. After all he'd been meaning to ask, for awhile now, just how else those rules of Abigail's culture might affect them. They were already talking about it, right? So why not ask now? Ses was off the table but did....foreplay have to be as well? There was no harm in asking right? That near blank stare Abigail fixed him with momentarily saw the vampire hesitate in his efforts to explain exactly what he meant, that confusion on her face only furthering those doubts in his own mind as Arlo contemplated how else to explain what he desired. The vampire had failed, until that moment, to contemplate that his girlfriend had no idea what he was talking about. That confusion on her face quickly turned to one of fear and something nearly akin to what he was mostly sure might have been terrified horror. Alright. This was not going exactly as he'd planned. Maybe foreplay was out too. If only because Abby hardly seemed to have any idea what the fuck it was! That task of, one day, sleeping with a virgin had just gone from difficult- to monumental. Arlo hardly having realised Abby's exact level of inexperience until now. The mere idea of those touches alone seemed to horrify her. This.....was not at all going to be easy. Christ. She wasn't saying anything now. He'd broken her.

Arlo's own lips parted and closed several times, the vampire struggling to find his words in that moment. Arlo caught between attempting to explain further or offer her some sort of reassurance that that foreplay in the very least really wasn't that bad- all the while feeling like he was some sort of...criminal. He'd had this sort of discussion with past girlfriends before, this was a normal thing to discuss wasn't it? Then again those other girls had at least known what he was talking about.

"We don't have to do any of that if your not ready for it, I just mean, you know, before sex, it might be a good idea to get used to touching- wait, what?"

Those words all but exploded from Abigail then. The girl talking so quickly her sentences seemed to blur into a near nonsensical plethora of words the vampire could barely understand- even with the supernatural hearing. The necklace. She was talking about the necklace. Those words came in a veritable rush. Arlo left staring near blankly towards his girlfriend then as his own mind struggled to piece together those words and hurried sentences. The man at last managed to understand that a little girl vampire had given Abigail that necklace in an effort to make her a pet.....before killing someone...and that Abigail, for some reason felt the need to go back. That idea of foreplay, in the very least, was all but pushed from his mind for now at Arlo's own features shifted into a scowl. The vampire only just managed to hold back that flicker of anger that very idea of another vampire near his girlfriend seemed to spark with him. Let alone killing someone in front of her! A little girl vampire. Seb knew one of those, didn't he? Surely it couldn't be the same one. Arlo could hardly help that growl that rose within his throat, the vampire quick to swallow it down before it managed to part his lips.

"Do you know where this vampire lives? I'll take the necklace back to them. I think it might be better if you don't go visiting her anymore. Especially if she's killing people in the hallways. Christ, Ab's. I didn't realise they'd killed someone in front of you. Are you okay? I'll.....have a word with them."
His word, he was entirely sure, would turn into an all out brawl. Maybe he should take Sebastian with him. Arlo content to leave those details out for now as he moved to wrap his arms about his girlfriend then in that hug, the vampire momentarily drawing her gently into himself, the scent of her as glorious and...comforting as always. His lips pressed softly to her cheek in that teasing and yet chaste kiss. That need to...hold her entirely demanding in that moment.

"I'm sorry that happened to you and that I wasn't there to, well, save you. I'll make sure this other vampire dosen't bother you again alright? Don't worry, I'll just talk to them. And Ab's...."

Arlo moved to release her then. The Crusnik pulling back to meet her gaze once more as one hand lifted to run almost nervously through his dark hair, those locks falling haphazardly back into place.

"I kinda do plan on marrying you, you know that right? I mean....I know I haven't exactly asked yet, Im working on doing it right, I just wanna do it the right way and all- but I am planning on asking you. I didn't mean to freak you out asking about that other foreplay stuff though. I didn't realise that you didn't know about it but, Babe, its kinda something we have to talk about. Not right now if you don't want to, but, eventually. I need to know what your....okay with doing because I'd really like to be able to have sex with you one day and for you to not....er....freak out when I try. I'm happy to wait as long as you need but couples kinda talk about this stuff so...we need to talk about it one day or we need to find you like a book or friend or something that tells you....what to....expect."