Harlow grunted, glaring over the top of the menu.
Foxx giggled.
“No…” Foxx whimpered. He stood there staring up in horror at the sign at the entrance of the fair. West Gally Winter Craft Fair was written in large curly letters, and right next to the words was…Santa Claus on his sleigh.
Glancing past it, he could see a large Christmas tree in the distance. There was so much red and green—Christmas lights were everywhere! And stupidSanta Babywas playing loudly over the speakers.
Adding to the horror of it all…the fair was outside! There were stalls everywhere. No buildings with heat in sight!
Harlow snorted. “Foxx, it’s a winter craft fair. What did you think they’d have at it?”
“No, this isn’t fair. It was only supposed to be fake snowflakes and winter stuff. Some jumpers, and scarfs… Wood art! Yes! Wood art, and maybe some cool carved woodland creatures.”
“Foxx…it’s a craft fair during winter, in the US. It’s going to be mostly Christmas stuff.”
“You shut up. You shut up right now! They have to have more than this! They have to!” Foxx cried. “And why is it outside?! It’s like thirty out! What is wrong with these people?!”
Harlow pulled his ankle length leather jacket closed and buttoned the top four buttons. “Well, I can’t argue with the second part. It’s pretty stupid to have it outside.”
Foxx stood there frowning, just staring. People were eying him as they passed by to go into the fairgrounds.
“Well, are you going in or not?” Harlow asked. “I’m fine with just going home.”
His frown deepened. “No…there has to be more! We will go in! At the very least, they will have things to eat! Some knitwears or something…”
“After you.” Harlow waved him forward.
* * *
Harlow followedbehind the grumpy blue bear, wondering if he was going to end up arrested today. He thought there was a possibility, but wasn’t a hundred percent sure it would happen.
He did find it interesting that he no longer felt anything about the looks of others as they caught sight of Foxx’s outfit. He figured they’d likely look anyway because it was a sunsuit. West Gally, despite having a pack here, was a small town. It didn’t matter what the suit looked like. The people here weren’t used to running into vampires, let alone ones out during the day.
To add on…vampires tended to not be in these parts during the colder months. Not saying some didn’t show up, but generally, they disappeared to warmer places in the winter.
Most looked on, seeming curious, but a few had stared in open hostility. Harlow found it funny when they went from looking like they were about to try to beat up his blue Care Bear, to backing the fuck up when they noticed him behind Foxx. Not that Foxx needed his help…but he had to do something to entertain himself.
Foxx suddenly gasped and sprinted forward. Harlow moved quickly after him, unsure if it was a happy sprint or a destructive one. When he found himself looking at a whole bunch of wooden animal carvings, he figured it was safe.
“OH, look at this! Isn’t it cute?!” Foxx said with a happy cry, spinning around to show him a wooden carving of a bat and her baby.
He eyed the thing, feeling nothing as he looked at it. Glancing at the table, he smirked and picked an item up to show Foxx. “This is much cuter, don’t you think?”
Foxx glared at the small carving of a cat sitting happily in a box. “You’re never going to let the cat thing go, are you?”
“No,” he said, completely unashamed.
The vampire snatched the figure from him and then waved him away. “Shoo shoo, let me shop.”
He held up his hands and backed up. Tucking his hands in his coat pockets, he watched Foxx turn around and talk to the stall owner.
Harlow glanced away when someone bumped into him, while muttering, “Traitor.”
Without hesitation, he grabbed the guy and yanked him back, getting right in his face. “Got something to say?” he said with a sardonic smirk.
The man paled. The guy stood under six feet, had a brown mullet, ruddy cheeks, and a pot belly that his coat was not completely covering. Clearing his throat, the guy softly stuttered. “I-I called you a traitor.”
“Did you now?” Harlow chuckled. “And what exactly am I betraying?”
