Harlow slowly smirked. “You know, most of these types, being annoyingly religious and all, tend to also be homophobic. I find it fun to make them sit in each other’s laps for the duration of their ride to the jail. We just need to Tetris them up and they will fit just fine.”
Foxx burst into a fit of giggles. “Works for me! Oh, what time do you think we will be done here?”
Harlow eyed him. “Why?”
“Well, Sephira is having a coven bakery night and she invited me. I really wanted to go. I gave her a maybe like two weeks ago, as I wasn’t sure I’d be up for it. Like, it starts at 3am, but she said they usually go until seven, and it’s only 1:30am now.”
“Starting at the witching hour, how original,” he said with a snort, before asking, “Sephira, who?”
“Sephira Genevieve.”
The name didn’t ring any bells, but there was only one witch Foxx had met recently, so… “Is she that witch you met at the craft fair?”
“Yes!”
“When did you start talking to her? You really switched your opinion on witches super-fast, you know that?”
“I told you, we exchanged numbers. She’s my friend! And she is nice. And calls me cute.”
Why wasn’t he surprised by any of this? Right, it was because the woman had given Foxx matches to set fire to a Christmas tree. He was pretty sure that made her instantly golden in the vampire’s eyes.
Harlow smirked. “I can call you cute.”
Foxx’s face flushed bright red. “You aren’t allowed.”
He chuckled and asked, “So, she is your friend, but you have only met her once?”
“I’ve been texting her since then! Well, since I got a new phone. She wished me a fast recovery.”
Harlow shook his head. “You are way too trusting.”
“I am not!” Foxx pouted. “So, do you think I’ll be able to make it or not?!”
He sighed. “Probably. You may be like thirty minutes late, but yeah, you should make it.”
“Yay!”
Harlow snorted.
Foxx shivered as he hopped out of Harlow’s car. “I don’t see why I can’t wear my sunsuit. It’s humans, what are they going to do? Tickle me to death?”
Harlow sighed. “Are we going to have this conversation every time it’s cold out at night?”
“Yes,” he said without a single shred of shame.
The human glared. Foxx just smiled in response and pulled out his newly knitted ski mask, pulling it on over his head.
Harlow stared, jaw clenching, before growling, “I can’t fucking believe you.”
“What?” Foxx’s head tilted.
“You really couldn’t have made a normal one?”
“It’s normal! The pattern was everywhere. Look, aren’t the ears cute?!” He beamed, flopping his long bunny ears. The mask covered his head, mouth, and neck. He had crocheted it using baby pink yarn for the base, and baby blue for the inner part of the ears and the blush hearts on the ‘cheeks’. It was adorable, and warm.
“First a bear, now a fucking rabbit,” Harlow grumbled before turning away and stomping off in the direction of the house the humans supposedly were in.
Chuckling evilly, he followed.
