Foxx winked at the human before letting his childish side take over, sticking his tongue out at him.
Harlow rolled his eyes and tore the tissue box open. “Clean,” he grunted.
Right, they needed to clean up so they could get the fuck out of there before someone found them. Here’s hoping no one heard…
Harlow had been reading his newspaper, but now he was sitting in wait, because every so often, there was this scraping noise as his coffee cup was pushed across the table, closer and closer to the edge.
Somehow, each time he looked, Foxx was innocently sitting there, far away on the other end of the couch. Was the motherfucker a cat or something?
Harlow was now determined to catch him in the act. Prepared to snag him as he did the deed.
At the first hesitant sound of movement, he slammed his hand through the paper, latching onto Foxx.
Foxx cried out, clearly shocked, as Harlow grabbed hold of his ankle. Tearing the paper out of his way, Harlow glared at the vampire, who was now splayed out on the couch. The man stared back with wide eyes, before his face went completely neutral and just unbothered.
“Do you need something, Harlow?”
“Are you a fucking cat?”
Foxx blinked. “What?”
“Are you a cat?” Harlow repeated.
“I’m not a cat! Why would you even ask that?”
“You sure you’re not of that animal line?”
Foxx huffed. “It’s the Beast line, and I already told you what bloodline I am part of.”
“Well, you've got some very cat-like responses.”
“What? No, I don’t!”
“You were literally trying to knock my cup off the table. Probably for attention, I don’t know though.”
“I was not! It wasn’t me!”
“Oh, did my cup move to the edge of the table by itself? Have ghosts here, do you?”
The vampire glared. “Fine! I did it! And I’ll do it again. What’s so fun about a stupid old paper? We could be doing fun things. Like shopping, watching a show, watching some cute YouTube videos, or even crafting something. Or, hear me out, Mr. Tall, Dark and Socially Stunted, we could talk.”
Harlow stared for a few moments before smirking and saying, “No, no, no…no and no.”
“You are infuriating!” Foxx hissed.
“Hissing is very cat-like,” he pointed out.
“I amnota cat!”
“Foxx, it’s morning…” He paused before saying, “Well, it’s 8pm, but it’s morning for us based on whatever fucked up sleep schedule this is. Let me sit and read my paper. We can do something later.”
The vampire sighed and yanked his ankle free. “Fine, read your paper.” Foxx pulled out his phone with a clear pout and began to tap away on it.
Shaking his head, he reached over for his newspaper…and stared at the torn mess—fuck. He had…not planned this out well.
Foxx snickered. “I guess this means you are ready to do something!”
Harlow sighed. Clearly, he had lost this argument. “Fine! Get ready to go out!” Harlow growled, standing up.
