There he was, wrapped up in Vega's arms and cradled in her lap like some sort of pet cat. Which was alright, and even sort of nice in the short term. But if he wasn't returned to his usual form and was faced with living life as a raccoon, this could become the way of things so far as their relationship was concerned. He'd rather not, truth told, but being impatient with these proceedings wouldn't get him up on two legs again, sans whiskers and bottle brush tail, any faster.
The fact that Vega pleaded on behalf of Heartmourn didn't surprise Arlo any. In fact he admired and loved her for her passion in all things. Then again, in a few trills, when he was restored to himself, sans clothes, and Heartmourn was restored as well, also sans clothing, the extent of Arlo's willingness to lend a helping hand, or the extent of that anyway, would be sorely tested. At least he was back to normal and Vega was in his arms instead of cradling him in hers. He grinned in the wake of the kiss, as she stepped back and took a good look. Arlo wasn't shy or easily embarrassed. And while he wasn't exactly an exhibitionist either, nudity simply didn't bother him.
Except when it was a another man that was naked to the world, and Vega was getting all handsy with him, while offering up all sorts of hospitality. Frowning, biting back more natural inclinations...seeing that some of would have been uncharitable and the man had helped them, Arlo pulled on his trousers, his boots and tugged a shirt over his head before dipping back into his sack. He pulled out another change of clothing and handed it over. "Here you go," he said with a smile. "It's the least we can do. In fact," he said, for Vega's sake as well as Heartmourn's, "I'm positive they've got a spare cabin, over on your cousin's ship." Vega's cousins, that was.
The fact that Vega pleaded on behalf of Heartmourn didn't surprise Arlo any. In fact he admired and loved her for her passion in all things. Then again, in a few trills, when he was restored to himself, sans clothes, and Heartmourn was restored as well, also sans clothing, the extent of Arlo's willingness to lend a helping hand, or the extent of that anyway, would be sorely tested. At least he was back to normal and Vega was in his arms instead of cradling him in hers. He grinned in the wake of the kiss, as she stepped back and took a good look. Arlo wasn't shy or easily embarrassed. And while he wasn't exactly an exhibitionist either, nudity simply didn't bother him.
Except when it was a another man that was naked to the world, and Vega was getting all handsy with him, while offering up all sorts of hospitality. Frowning, biting back more natural inclinations...seeing that some of would have been uncharitable and the man had helped them, Arlo pulled on his trousers, his boots and tugged a shirt over his head before dipping back into his sack. He pulled out another change of clothing and handed it over. "Here you go," he said with a smile. "It's the least we can do. In fact," he said, for Vega's sake as well as Heartmourn's, "I'm positive they've got a spare cabin, over on your cousin's ship." Vega's cousins, that was.