“You know, he gets angry really easily. At his age, that can’t be good for his blood pressure,” Foxx murmured to Harlow as soon as the door closed behind them.
The human chuckled. “I have warned him about it.”
Foxx glanced at Harlow while they continued to weave their way towards the front, intending to say something, but then Harlow suddenly growled, “What the fuck are you doing here?”
He followed the man’s gaze, eyes widening upon catching sight of Iggy and Oceana approaching them. Iggy pretty much looked just as he had the last time he’d seen him. With his facial piercings and messy, vibrant blue hair, studded jacket, band T-shirt, and his two-tone black and red checkered trousers, the man was definitely still going hard into his 80s British punk rocker look.
Foxx could probably get past the clothes, but the chains on his trousers, not to mention the absurd number of rings he was wearing, were just…too impractical for him to overlook. Like, did he want some paranormal to yank him around during a fight? And while those rings would hurt others if he punched someone, they’d definitely hurt him too.
His partner, Oceana, just looked so normal in comparison, with her long black hair, pale skin, blue eyes, jumper and leather pants.
“Didn’t you hear?” Iggy beamed when he reached them.
Harlow scoffed. “Why would I ever stick around to hear anything about you?”
Iggy sniffed in indignation. “Well, if you had, you would know that we transferred here.”
“You what?!” Harlow barked out, sounding truly horrified.
Foxx barely held back his grimace when Iggy turned to him and winked.
Ugh, how could the human not tell he wasn’t Foxx’s type? Oceana should, at the very least, notice that he and Harlow were fucking. But then…maybe she hadn’t told Iggy?
“So, Foxx?—”
Harlow growled loudly, drowning out Iggy’s words, before wrapping his arm around Foxx’s shoulders and guiding him around the two, while saying, “Let’s get the fuck out of here before the idiot rubs off.”
Foxx smiled as he slid into his side of the curved booth. The End Zone was pretty busy at the moment. And luckily, they’d been placed in a new section today, one he’d hadn’t gotten to see before. It could be described with two words—spaceship. It literally looked like they were sitting in some futuristic spaceship. The walls and floors in the area were all chrome, and there were panels, wires, and just… It was pretty cool.
He snorted when Harlow’s eyes started to narrow as a now very familiar face began to walk in their direction.
When he’d been up for it this past month, they’d come here to eat. And…each and every time they’d come, they always had the same waiter, who they found out on their second visit was named Walter.
Walter not only continued his odd performance each and every time…but any sort of defiance seemed to increase the human’s efforts. So, of course, Harlow did all he could to purposely freak the other man out, on top of refusing to use anything except normal words and food names.
Foxx had to admit, he was slightly entertained by this weird fight of wills.
“Ah, space travelers, I’m sogladyou have returned to our station once again.” Walter beamed while placing the glowing menu tablets on the table.
The man had placed such particular emphasis on the word ‘glad’, it was hard to miss.
Foxx murmured, “Hello,” while Harlow remained silent, just staring.
The waiter’s smile widened. “What bonded vibrating particles of matter can I get for you today?”
Bonded vibrating particles of matter… Well, that definitely was a new one for sure. Foxx was going to assume…it was his insane way of asking them what they wanted to drink.
“What DRINKS can you get for us today, you ask?” his partner sneered. “Did you hear that, Foxx? He asked what DRINKS we want today.”
Foxx didn’t say anything, because he likely would have laughed at that moment if he’d tried to speak.
Harlow smirked, keeping his eyes on him. “What’s that? Not sure what DRINK you want yet, Foxx? Well, I know what DRINK I want.” His gaze flicking back to the waiter, Harlow said with a fake smile, “Water. Three of them. Think you can handle that?”
Walter’s smile was stiff as hell now, but it hadn’t dropped—good for him…the weirdo. “Three inorganic H2O compounds, understood. And for you?” The waiter turned to Foxx.
“Water is fine, for now,” Foxx replied, his voice off pitch as he held back his laughter.
Walter nodded and walked off.
