“The human race, man!” the redneck blustered. “What else?!”
His smile widened. “Oh, so you realized I was fucking him?”
The guy’s eyes widened in shock. “You’re w-what?!”
“Yeah, I’m totally fucking him. He has a very nice ass.”
The man slapped his hands away, backing up. He practically spat his next words at him. “You’re a homo too?!”
“Bisexual, actually,” he drawled.
“Y-you freak!”
Harlow burst into laughter. “I’m sorry, but I’ve heard better insults from teenagers. Hell, Foxx’s insults are better than that, even when he's only half awake.” He glanced over towards where Foxx should have been and found the spot empty—oh shit! “Welp, this has been…mildly entertaining, but my blue bear has wandered off and I need to find him before he breaks a snowman or punches Santa.”
He turned to leave, and the guy, of course, grabbed his shoulder. He spun around, twisting the guy’s arm as he pulled his hand off.
“Ahh, ahh!” the man cried out. Everyone around them stared, but kept their distance.
He chanted the wordrestraintin his head. Tony would have a fit if he killed the fucker. Being with the ‘good’ guys really sucked sometimes. “Look, you dumbfuck, sister kissing hick. I’m a hunter. A heavily armed hunter. You really don’t want to fuck with me.”
“Let go! Let go!”
He released him, shaking his head as the guy slunk off.
* * *
“Stupid Harlow… Stupid fair.”Foxx kicked at a rock on the ground.
He reached into the belly pocket of his sunsuit and pulled out the small carved cat sitting in a box. Foxx glared at it. “It’s…stupid.” He frowned.
Why had he even gotten it? Foxx went to throw it but stopped at the last minute. Looking at it again, his frown deepened, before he grudgingly admitted, “It’s kind of cute. I could gift it to Harlow for his birthday…”
Foxx blinked. When the hell was Harlow’s birthday?
He shook his head and pushed the thought away, dropping the carving back into his pocket. Walking forward, he couldn’t help but glare at the sight of a stall filled with plush Santa Clauses—ugh, disgusting.
Just a small cut… He’d feel so much better if he could just make a small little cut in one of them… Maybe pull out all the stuffing? Or fire… Ohh, fire would be better.
Foxx shook his head again and moved on. He paused, smiling widely at a stall that had piles and piles of knitted jumpers. Approaching, he squeezed in between people, and had to instantly force himself to not gag as he caught sight of a large patchwork jumper with a Christmas tree on it.
Scooting over, his smile returned upon seeing some normal winter patchwork jumpers. Humming as he sorted through them, he pulled out one that was made up of patches of all different colors with a sun on the front of it. He stared down at it, head tilting one way, before nodding. Yes, it would be added to his collection.
Checking the size, he smiled at seeing that the hand-sewn tag said medium. He unfolded it and held it up. Perfect—it would be just the right amount of baggy he loved! Tucking it under his arm, he went back to looking. He ended up finding three more he liked; one a teddy bear, another a deer, and the last a snowflake. Smiling, he caught the notice of the woman behind the table and quickly paid. The human had seemed nervous at first, but soon melted under his cuteness—because duh, Foxx was adorable.
Also, he had freckles and dimples, how could anyone be afraid of him when he was smiling and being cute? They couldn’t—obviously.
Bag in hand, he skipped off, feeling a bit better with his choice to come here. Though he was glad there wasn’t any wind like there had been the other day. Because his layers would not be enough to keep him warm otherwise.
In the next lane, he came across a large field of snowmen and large snow sculptures. There were, of course, children running around, trying to make more snow things—how disgusting. Looking around, he slowly edged closer to the giant Santa snow sculpture nearest him. When no one was looking, he kicked it hard with his foot, and sprinted away as it collapsed, a burst of joy filling his heart. There were some screams behind him, but he ignored them. They were more screams of disappointment rather than ones of telling a criminal to stop.
No consequences to his actions, Foxx happily skipped down a new row of stalls, and contained his feelings of wanting to destroy as he passed some more horrible Christmas themed ones.
Foxx frowned, stopping and backing up as items that seemed more Pagan than Christian caught his eye. Moving closer, he eyed some of the wooden creations and jewelry.
Foxx’s nose twitched as a familiar scent filled his senses. It was slightly faint because it was through his suit, but he could smell it well enough…a witch. Though witches were human, they had a common scent to them that usually gave them away.
He glanced up and met the gaze of the woman standing there. She was, frankly, gorgeous. Model-like, the witch was probably near six feet, had medium brown skin with red undertones, long, curly black hair, dark brown eyes, a button nose, and a very sharp jawline with a gently pointed chin. She was currently wearing what looked to be a thick woolen red cloak that covered whatever else she had on.
