if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Abigail was fairly certain that finicky was not a word that described her well. Women often liked wealth and money and fancy dresses and jewelry and all sorts of amazing things she'd never have and all she wanted was a damn apple...or a grape...she'd make do with an orange for crying out loud! And yet she was the finicky one for not accepting his meager offering?! She was insulted! Kind of. Maybe. I mean...on one hand she was proud of being finicky enough to not be won over by a quarter. She was a higher class girl then that. Though, maybe that wasn't saying very much in the first place. Either way, she watched as he tossed the entire wallet in the rubbish that littered the alleyway, her own head bobbed ever so slightly, as if to say that the alleyway trash was exactly where it belonged. Gross leather thing. Bleh. Either way, the girl was content to regain her perch upon his shoulder, her head inclining to the side as he insisted she keep this secret between the two of them. It was a secret that Abigail was all too keen to agree to. Okay, maybe she was pretty cheap if a handsome face could so seal her silence. Shhhh. We just....won't mention that.

Anyways! Her own hazel gaze turned upwards at the first drop of precipitation upon her russet colored fur, the wetness enough to cause a glimpse of discontent within her eyes. Her kind might live in the outdoors but she definitely did not and, frankly, Abigail hardly wanted to catch a cold. Heaven forbid she missed a class at her new college, she hadn't even been there for a week yet! Her head bobbed ever so slightly in agreement with the man at the notion of 'fucking this' though the prospect of finding herself back on that sidewalk in the rain hardly sounded any better either. At least then she knew how to get home...in the rain. The young woman's claws dug into that cloth as she carefully moved towards the man's shoulder while he stepped out into the street. Abigail herself dug her way into that hood as best as her body allowed her to, nestling herself between the flesh of the man's neck and the cloth of his jacket. No way he was going to get to hide from this rain with his hoodie and leave her out to get all soaked! Not ah! Her head rested against the top of his, nestling her face against those locks of dark brown hair (his hair smelled good, what shampoo did he use?) as she peeked out into the wet world from the safety of what little warmth and protection she could so achieve. Hey, the girl had to take what she could get! Still, she remained as still as possible as he made his way down those streets and towards a building that was altogether foreign to her.

The girl was altogether inquisitive of the dingy apartment building she found herself within, glancing about until they came into contact with his neighbors. Neighbors, she'd discovered, were not nice people! They snarled at her and looked at her funny like they were somehow better than her and she had little reason to believe these were any different. It was only the presence of those people he so nodded to that sent the girl back into the darkened folds of his hoodie. Scarryyy neighbors. Must hide! You can't scowl if you can't see! In fact, she was content to remain exactly there until the sound of his keys hitting the door. It was that singular distinctive noise that caused her ears to twitch. Twitch twitch. And with that twitching, her head emerged from the darkness to so survay the space her newfound secret friend called home. Well...this was...unexpected. What kind of home was this? It was like...empty. She might not have had a lotta great stuff in her home, or even back in her old home overseas, but even the village was better than this. This looked like...someone who was super super poor or didn't care....hm...he was both. She was sure of it. A detached vagabond assassin! No wait, he could be a pious monk who killed in the sanctity of God! Or maybe he was a homeless man trying to get back on his feet! Was he a charity case? What did her mother say about picking up charity cases. Oh god she could hear that lecture now - 'Abigail, put it back where you found it.'.

Still, she was entirely caught off guard by the man's voice as he commented on her facial features, the little red panda immediately pulled back from her curious inspection of the place, a huff leaving her nose as a way of so scoffing at him. She was not judgemental! Geez! Maybe YOUR judgemental! Still, a squeak escaped her lips as he abruptly reached up to grab her, yanking her claws and all out of his hoodie before placing her on the kitchen table. Well. Now what? He didn't have anything interesting on here. What happened to those people who put bowls of fruit on their table to make it seem...well homely? She could have benefited from that at least. Still...there were cabinets. Maybe there was something in there...she just had to get over - OMG WHAT WAS THAT SOUND. RETREAT! RETREAT! She scampered backwards and towards the edge of that table, her body low to the ground as that suddenly loud banging accosted his door. It took her a moment to relax when she realized it was just knocking. See! Those damn neighbors were a nuisance! Not like her nice old neighbors who brought her sweets! She did not like these city neighbors one bit!

Abigail's hazel gaze so followed her secret friend as he went from the now closed front door to the window to glance out and into the street. The shouting from below was hardly missed by the panda and her large ears, the malice in those words equally as obvious to the girl. Still, it was that sound of her newfound nickname (how awesome was this whole nickname business!) that saw her gaze turn upwards towards the roguish man as he approached her once again. She hardly had a second to voice any sort of sound before the girl was up and on his shoulders once again and the pair were immediately leaving that dingy apartment behind. Well....that was a short stay. Now where were they going? Stairs, of course they were going up the stairs. But...to where? Her answer, apparently, came soon enough as he burst back into that rain with now no gutters to hide beneath. Yeesh. What was his obsession with rain?! A squeak left her lips as the man approached the edge and yet, even for her species desire to climb and too, be high above the ground at large, this edge was nottttt to her satisfaction. Not one bit. There were no twigs to grab onto. Just a tumble of death. Yay.

Her gaze shifted with his own eyes to see the building across from them, the girl so eying the distance with a marked hesitance. She certainly couldn't jump that far though whether or not he could remained to be seen. Still, she hardly trusted herself to be able to simply hang on whilst he tried to play superhero either. Nope. If she was going to die she didn't want to see it coming. It was with care that Abigail made her way down from his shoulder, her nose nudging at the fabric of his jacket just enough to make a spot between his jacket and shirt for the girl to climb back into and against his chest as she had been when he'd first grabbed her. Worst case scenario, she was squished against concrete and man chest. Somehow this did not make this idea better. Oh well. The small panda glanced up at him as if to say, with a tiny tiny quiet chirp, that she was indeed ready to die.