See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch
Arlo's fingers slid across the touchscreen of his laptop, his blue gaze narrowed in a near intense concentration. Adding just the right amount of background beat to that rift was critical. Maybe more then critical. It was the creation of musical fusion after all. That song was missing...something. Yet, he could hardly put his finger on just what it was. His fingers tapped at the play button again. Arlo lent back within his chair as those speakers flared to life once more, his apartment rapidly filled with the sound of his own recorded guitar playing, those digitally added sounds that, for now, were playing the role of that backup band soon rose to fill in those missing notes. It was good. Hell, it was more than good, he was sure of it. This new song the latest piece he'd written. A page of half scrawled lyric rested beside that laptop. Maybe he'd keep this one and release it himself. Then again, selling it to another artist to release while keeping composition credits and royalties for himself had proven to be a damn good business decision of late. Maybe he'd ask Seb what he thought. Seb was good at business stuff. He'd have to play it for Abby too. Abby always knew what those songs were missing. Arlo's eyes closed briefly, the vampire somehow better hearing those sounds with little but that darkness around him. His hand flicked briefly, his own power over that technology extending to automatically shift through those sounds and add just a touch more bass. He frowned. That wasn't it. His hand flicked again. Arlo mentally searching those sounds before that affinity extended again to add those very sounds onto that playthrough. It needed more....hit. More ...force. More ...something. It would be damn near perfect then. Hell, he could hardly afford for it to be anything less. Those last few songs he'd written and sold had been more successful than he'd anticipated. That demand for his songwriting skills having only risen and risen. Artists came to him now. Wanting his music. Who'd have thought! Far more than one having extended that invitation to join them or their bands and yet, for now, Arlo was content enough to keep those options open. His own record company determined to have him release his own album by the end of the year. Hmm. Maybe he should hold onto this song for that. He'd for sure have to ask Ab's.
The mere thought of his Little Bear so prompted that grin to his lips even now. Arlo momentarily forgetting to listen to that music. It had been years since he'd been this damn...happy with his life. Everything had gotten better since that night he'd met Abby. Everything. Maybe they still hadn't exactly gotten to the ...physical side of their relationship (and damn that lack of sex was bloody hard some days) but he'd agrred to Abby's...terms on that. She wanted to wait until marriage and maybe he didn;t exactly see the appeal himself but if that's what she wanted Arlo was near determined to respect it. Ab's was so different to any other girl he'd ever dated. Hell, she was different to any other girl he'd ever known. She was worth waiting for. Arlo, of late, having come to consider that idea of marriage more and more. Still, he supposed, they should probably try living together first shouldn't they? That's what Seba nd Dorian had done right? That royal couple the only truly successful couple he knew to base those ideas on. It was time he got out of this old place anyway. He had the money now. He could afford furniture now. He hardly needed a damn mansion. Just something ...nice. Nice enough that maybe Abby might consider living their too. Was that even allowed? Did no sex befre marriage mean no living together too? It wasn't as if they'd never slept in the same bed. Hell, he;d lost track of the amount of times he;d crashed at her place or she'd stayed here. It had to be allowed right? He was going to have to ask for some clarification on these rules.
A sudden, faint scratching sound seemed to dance into that musical rift. Arlo frowned readily. Had he added that by accident? Was scratching even an option for sounds? One blue eye opened readily, the Crusnik eyeing that laptop to assure that song was playing properly before leaning back in his chair once more- only for a barking sound to join that scratching. Had he added.....a dog soundtrack? Why would anyone want dogs in a song? That was...weird. What sound even was it? Arlo lent forward once more, both eyes opened now as he scrolled through those sounds in an effort to shut down whatever that was that was making that scratching.
"What in the hell is it?"
Those words were muttered under his breath as he scrolled, the vampire rapidly shutting down each of those sounds before finally shutting off that music altogether only for that scratching to keep on going. Huh. That was odd. His head tilted slightly, that look of utter confusion blatantly clear upon his eternally youthful features before that vampiric hearing assured him that sound was coming from ...outside his living room window. Arlo pushed easily back from his desk then, the man padding barefoot across that room, those loose, stylishly distressed grey jeans hanging easily from his figure, a plain black cotton t-shirt all he'd chosen to wear in light of the warmth of those evenings of late. One hand reached idly upward, his fingers running through his brunette looks- his hair so eternally appearing as unkempt at that apartment as he moved to push aside those blinds. His gaze near instantly falling on that red panda seated at his window.
"Ab's! What on earth are you doing outside?"
Arlo reached near instantly to unlock that window then, the vampire reaching forward to scope is girlfriend up and into his arms before shutting that window once more. God he loved how soft her fur was. Was that a weird thing to think? Was he supposed to think about that? It was true though. She did have good fur. He moved toward that lounge them, Arlo moving to gently place Abby down on the back of the sofa. He couldn't remember the last time she'd shown up at his window like that. Ever since he'd learned she could shift into a woman, well, she'd taken to using the door and knocking. Had he told her he'd leave the window open tonight? Had he forgotten? Had Abby even said she wanted to see him tonight? Then again, when was any night he saw her ever bad? Aro's gaze suddenly falling on those diamonds around is girlfriends neck. His gaze widening slightly.
"Babe, where did you get that? Are they...real diamonds? Are you trying to get it off? Hold on- how does this even come off- why do they make the clips on these things so damn small!? Ah- there we go."
That necklace, or collar or....whatever it was took a damn sight longer to get off then he'd anticipated. That clasp that held it together having become all but buried in that thick, plush red panda fur. Arlo's own fingers fumbled as they attempted to gently undo it before he finally managed to unclip that clasp, that jewelry easily falling from his lover neck then. The vampire holding it curiously within his hands, before one hand reached out to gently smooth Abby's fur back into place. The idea that Abby might have stolen that collar was ludercious and yet he knew she didn't own anything like....this. That confusion was entirely clear upon his features once more as his gaze shifted from that diamond collar and back to his girlfriend.
"Ab's, how did you manage to get this on as a Panda? It's real pretty babe, but should you...really be wearing it out on the streets, you know, as a Panda and all? I'm not trying to tell you what you can wear or anything but you know how much I.......worry. About you. And about you being safe. These might attract the wrong sort of.....friends."