“No cookies for you!”
“I deserve those cookies!” Alastair hissed. “That is my best friend privileges!”
“Well, a best friend doesn’t abandon the other to the cold so they can go see a redheaded woman down under!”
“You’d do the same thing if the situation was reversed! And her hair is more dark red than redhead red.”
“I would not, and that is beside the point!” Foxx denied.
“You so would!”
Alastair wasn’t wrong. He’d have abandoned his friend at the first sight of a snowflake. And he did like Meg, but Alastair was his best friend. She could only have him as a package deal with Foxx. Either way, the vampire did not need to know he was right.
“No! And no cookies for you, I’m giving them to Harlow.”
“He’s a health nut! He won’t even eat them.”
“Not my problem.” Foxx hummed as he picked up a peanut butter blossom and bit into it. Making moaning sounds as he chewed, he grinned at the deepening glare on Alastair’s face.
Foxx stood there smirking up at Alastair. The other vampire was set to leave…but they’d been locked into a stare down over the tin of cookies he had clutched in his hands for about two minutes. Foxx fully intended to give Alastair the tin…but he felt the need to be petty first.
“Just give me the tin, tiny, and no one gets hurt.”
Foxx’s smirk widened. “Try me!” He took off running, giggling maniacally as Alastair pursued. He let out a startled laugh when the vampire tackled him. Foxx landed with a grunt, Alastair on top of him trying to reach for the tin. Still laughing, Foxx wiggled away, keeping the tin just out of reach.
“What…are you two doing…?” a deep voice asked, causing them both to freeze and look up.
It was hard to not drool as he stared up at the six-foot-four, muscular silver-fox of a human. Harlow had a strong jaw, hawk-like nose, piercing light brown eyes, and pale skin. His thick hair was black and had silver strands running through it. The human kept it shorter on the sides and longer on the top, which he swept back. The man’s beard and mustache were also similarly streaked. Age lines may have been creeping around the corners of the Harlow’s eyes, but fuck, was he hot.
Despite the lack of color in his styling, Foxx couldn’t deny he looked good. The man was wearing what he normally wore; black on black. Black jeans, black long sleeve shirt, and well…big shocker here…black socks.
Foxx had just barely convinced him to stop walking around his bloody house with shoes on. The final push may have been him threatening to set all his shoes on fire after seeing the fucker prop his feet up on his coffee table.
Alastair cleared his throat. “Harlow…I see you have returned.”
Foxx raised a brow at the human. “Took you long enough. It’s been hours. We need to go food shopping, remember? Frankies closes in like an hour, so we better get moving.”
And it literally had been hours… The human had left at 5pm and it was already ten.
Harlow shrugged. “I did call and tell you I’d be longer than I thought.”
“Yeah, four hours ago.”
Which was also when Foxx had decided to make cookies. He hadn’t thought he’d finish them before the human returned…but he had. He had also finished Harlow’s jumper.
“And I told you I’d be awhile. And I was. I had to sign a stupid amount of paperwork.” Harlow grunted, arms crossing. “What are you two—”
Foxx let out a surprised and then muffled squeal as Alastair suddenly lunged forward above him and snatched the tin from his hands, while at the same time basically shoving Foxx face first into the rug.
“Alastair!” he hissed, the minute the vampire jumped off him.
“Mine!” His friend hissed back, his fangs flashing. But the next moment he was smiling. “Well, this has been fun, kids. But I have to go. Toodles!” Alastair said, sprinting away.
“Damn cookie thief.” Foxx glared after the man, while still on the floor.
“Right… Nevermind, I don’t want to know. You ready to go shopping?” Harlow asked with a snort.
Foxx jumped to his feet and brushed imaginary dirt from his jumper and trousers. “I don’t get why only you had to go in, but whatever. I suppose I’m ready to go…” He hummed. “Oh, but I need to get my layers on first. I can’t possibly go out like this! It’s cold outside. I’d freeze! Speaking of, Alastair, the traitor, is leaving me! Can you believe it?!? After so many years of friendship, he just ups and walks away!” Foxx cried indignantly.
