Did Harlow have a deep-seated hatred for bears or something? “What about a panda? Wait, that’s a bear. How about a cat? Oh, I have a dog one, too!”
“Are you fucking with me?” Harlow growled.
Foxx unzipped the face shield and let it hang down again. “Why would I be fucking with you? We are about to go on a job. I’m just trying to understand why you are freaking out about my sunsuit.”
“Because you are dressed like a toddler!” he bellowed. “Don’t you have a single normal sunsuit?!”
“I am not dressed like a toddler!” Foxx hissed. “And I’ll have you know that these are hundred percentnormalsunsuits!”
“FOR CHILDREN!”
“They wouldn’t make my size if they were for children.”
“You are literally four-feet tall. They didn’t have to try hard to make your size.”
“I’ll have you know, I’m five-foot-four!” Foxx said with an angry stamp of his foot.
“Oh, I see it now. You are a child. Only children stomp their feet.”
“Says the man who loves to clomp around loudly when he is angry about something! And you know what? I’ve about had it with you hating on my clothing choices, Mr. I Only Wear Leather And Black. I get that fashion is hard, but you must really suck, since you have to stick to one color to avoid dressing like a clown.”
“Just. Get. Changed.” Harlow ground out.
“FINE! I’ll change into my brown one, but that’s it!”
“Fine!”
“Asshole!” Foxx hissed before stomping away, dragging his suitcase with him. He’d show him. He may not wear the sunsuit right now, but he would pack it away. There would surely be a moment where he’d be able to put it on.
* * *
Killing your partner is wrong.Killing your partner is wrong.Harlow kept chanting the words in his head, as he tried to not lose it over all the stares Foxx was attracting as they walked through the airport.
It would be so easy. There were so many places he could hide the body… He would miss Foxx’s ass though. He sighed, and there was the whole ‘he’d be the first one they’d look at’ thing. Harlow would probably get caught—fuck.
What was his life? Lost his house, living with a cupcake of a vampire who wore way too many colors and talked enough for ten people…who went out in bear costumes in public like it was fucking normal. The only reprieve right now was that he had apparently pissed Foxx off. So, the vampire wasn’t talking too much, which would surely backfire on him later.
He sighed as they reached the area where they could check their larger luggage, along with the majority of their—well, Harlow’s—weapons. As well as be cleared so he could carry weapons with him on the flight. Foxx still only had his dumb water guns… Though he supposed they’d need to approve the liquid.
The woman sitting there looked up when they reached her, making him realize it was someone he knew. Someone who he had run into often during his work. As, of course, it had to be someone who knew him. He was pretty sure her name was Jessica. He wasn’t sure what her last name was.
Jessica’s face went from bored to entertained in an instant. She glanced first at Harlow, then at Foxx, her bottom lip wobbling as she suppressed laughter.
“Hunter Harlow.” She coughed. “It’s been a bit.”
“Just check the bags and scan us.”
“And who may this be?”
“I’m Foxx Honeywell, Harlow’s new partner. I’m very happy to meet you,” Foxx said with a smile as he handed over his documents. His face could still be seen pretty clearly behind the shield, even though it was slightly tinted.
With how perky and nice the vampire sounded, Harlow just had this feeling Foxx was faking it. He glared at the man.
She took Foxx’s things and began the process of checking him in. “That’s an interesting sunsuit you have on. I like it.”
“You do? I do, too! Harlow, for some reason, hates it. Old age apparently does nothing for one’s taste.”
She let out a peeling laugh. “Yes, I’ve found age just makes men worse.”
