“So…” Foxx slowly drawled. “Sounds like there is time for pie.”
“Is there?” Harlow asked with a chuckle.
“Of course, it’s pie. There is always time for pie, even when there isn’t. Because, for pie, we make time!”
The human stared, face blank.
“Oh, come on. It’s why we came here in the first place. The cherry burst! We have to get it. One more fattening, delicious, mouthwatering fuel receptacle can’t hurt, can it?” Foxx asked, saying the last part while trying to sound as stiff and robotic as their waiter.
Harlow loudly scoffed. “I suppose…” A smirk slipped onto the human’s face. “I’ve come this far, I might as well go all the way.”
Foxx beamed. “Might as well.”
Harlow’s right eye started to twitch as the volume of Foxx’s voice increased more and more with each new verse ofBohemian Rhapsody. How was the vampire’s singing worse than his talking?
He pressed the volume button, cutting the sound off.
“Hey! I was listening to that,” Foxx complained.
“More like trying to make my ears bleed,” Harlow huffed. “Didn’t think it was possible for me to hate something you do more than your incessant need to talk.”
The vampire gasped. “I am not that bad!”
“You are that bad. I’ll film you next time, so you never again inflict whatever the fuck that was on someone else. It’ll be like my gift to the world.”
“You’re an ass.”
“And you should be reviewing the case info. The place is only thirty minutes away.”
Foxx glared, but started to mess with his phone. “Six humans… They killed a few vampires. We are supposed to capture them. The end. Case reviewed.”
Harlow rolled his eyes. “Fucking smartass.”
“Well, what else do you want me to say? It’s just a routine case.”
“You haven’t been on this job long enough for anything to be routine for you. You’ve been on a total of five cases.”
“Well, that’s not my fault! Like, the third case we went on, we dealt with a whole fucking cult. We had over a hundred bastards to take down. And you got stabbed multiple times, and I got blown up. Not to mention, the mountain of paperwork alone kept us from working, if not just the injuries you had. Then this last one…” Foxx shuddered. “Which I shall be putting from my mind.”
“Tony managed to force you to see the Guild psychiatrist yet?”
“You know about that?” Foxx asked, brow raised.
“Anything the government considers slightly ‘traumatizing’, they demand we talk to someone a few times. I’d imagine almost dying, plus that whole freak out with the priest, would trigger at least one mandatory meet and greet with that fucker Johansson.”
“Johansson? And wait, did you tell them about that freak out?” Foxx asked with a frown.
“Johansson Cordney. The Houndside Hazard Hunters Guild assigned psychiatrist. Annoying ass fucker,” Harlow drawled. “And no, I didn’t tell them about your freak out. I told them you were upset, without mentioning the specifics. The rest is none of their fucking business.”
Foxx grew silent, before saying, “Thank you. Tony had mentioned…that you hadn’t told him everything.”
“Yeah, well, Tony’s a nosey fucker.” He let out a grunt, and tried to not feel awkward about Foxx’s apparent gratitude.
“Well, they are attempting to get me to go. I’m currently ignoring the problem for as long as I can. Like, if I was going to see a psychiatrist about that shit, I would have done so a long time ago.”
“Warning, Tony will pull you off duty if you put it off for too long.”
The vampire sighed. “I’m aware. It’s bloody annoying if you ask me that they force this shit on you.”
