Foxx frowned. “Strangers? What are you even talking about?”
Harlow shook his head. “Nothing… Let’s go. Maybe they have a leash somewhere…or a balloon.”
“I am not a child!”
“Yet you wandered off.” He grabbed the back of Foxx’s neck and started guiding him forward.
“On purpose!”
“Yeah, children do that too. They are also small and easily kidnapped. Describe anyone you know?”
“I do not just walk off with strangers!”
“You have.”
“I have not! I have some awareness of my own safety, thank you very much! I do not walk into danger.”
“I literally met you when a guy was trying to stake you because you went home with him.”
Foxx huffed. “I was hungry, okay! Is that a crime?! It’s not easy out here on these streets for vampires! Besides, if you hadn’t shown up, I’d have just killed him! I was perfectly safe!”
“I’m surprised I’m not getting an ‘oops, didn’t mean to say that’.”
“Well, we fucked after torturing some guy—” A lady gasped as she passed them. They ignored her. “—I feel we’ve moved passed the stage of you caring if I’ve illegally offed some people.”
Harlow thought about it for a brief second and shrugged. “To be honest, I didn’t care much before that either. Come on, you budding pyro, let’s get out of here, because for once, I agree that it’s cold.”
Foxx brushed his hand off his neck, and instead, slipped his arms through his, leaning into Harlow. He pulled the vampire flush against his side as they continued to walk.
“I could warm you up, old man,” Foxx said cheekily.
Harlow glanced down, smirking. “Could you, brat?”
“Mm.”
“Then let’s hurry back home, as I plan to hold you to that promise.”
“Cabin or home, home?”
“Home, home. Or can’t you wait an hour?”
“I can wait. But don’t those little blue pills only last for so long?” Foxx pulled from his hold with a giggle, sprinting ahead towards the exit.
Smirk widening, he gave chase.
“So…let me get this straight. You got humped by a werewolf, and then went to a craft fair…during winter time. The time of the year where Christmas stuff has most certainly been thrown up everywhere ad nauseam,” Alastair drawled.
Foxx couldn't see Alastair, but he could picture his expression clearly as his tone of voice made it obvious what he thought. “Well…not at the same time. The werewolf thing happened the day before.”
“He tried to burn a tree down,” Harlow loudly announced. Loud enough for Alastair to hear him over the phone. The human was sitting hunched over at the other end of the couch, hen and pecking at the keyboard of his craptop. He was working on paperwork for the last case or something.
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” his friend muttered softly, before saying in a normal voice, “Tell him it’s his fault for not watching you better.”
Foxx smirked, and turned smugly towards Harlow saying, “He says it’s your fault for not keeping track of me.”
Harlow straightened up and turned a glare his way. “Am I your sitter or something?”
“Those were some nice cracking noises, old man. You throw your back out?” Foxx asked sweetly.
