“I mean, he won’t eat all ten. But, I figured, he could eat what he wanted and then we’ll take the remainder into the office.” Foxx awkwardly grabbed and turned the doorknob, opening the door and ushering Alastair in before entering himself.
Alastair spun in the hallway with an angry hiss. “The office gets first dibs and not me?! Your best friend, and the person currently helping you make these pies?!”
Foxx stared and slowly lifted his brow in a question. “Helping, as in, you will carry these bags in, and then proceed to complain as you watch me do all the actual baking myself?”
“It’s still helping!”
“Sure it is, you greedy sugar addict.”
“Okay, but why so much?!” Alastair hmphed, and then cried indignantly, “WHY DOES THE OFFICE GET THE EXTRAS?!”
“By the Goddess, fine! You can have the extras! And I’m making so much…just…well, because!” Foxx snapped. Avoiding Alastair’s gaze, he pushed past the man.
Truth be told, he didn’t want to examine thewhyso much. There had been too many questionable thoughts in his head lately to want to examine anything, so he was sticking with the ‘he just wanted to’ option. Though part of itwasthat he found making more than one pie just a bit petty.
Alastair moved up beside him. “That’s not…”
The man trailed off as they both froze at the entrance, upon catching sight of the open concept space that made up the bulk of his ground floor.
“That…” Foxx hissed. “MOTHERFUCKER! I AM NOT A CAT!”
Every single flat surface he could see was covered in…boxes. The divided living room and entertainment area, his kitchen, the dining table… His ground floor had basically been turned into a city of bloody boxes!
Alastair burst into laughter. And continued laughing as Foxx let his arms go slack, depositing the bags on the floor.
Still chuckling, the other vampire scooted closer to a large box nearby and peaked inside. “You know, oddly, I do have an urge to step in, hmm…”
“Don’t you dare!”
Alastair snorted. “Unlike you, I CAN control myself.”
“How the fuck did he have time for this?!” Foxx hissed to…really himself, as Alastair definitely couldn’t answer that question.
He’d left Harlow behind to get the ingredients he needed, because one, it was weird to shop for someone’s birthday with them right there, and two, Harlow had an appointment… So again, how the hell had he had time to do all this, and where the fuck had the human hidden all the boxes?!
Eyes narrowing, he looked around briefly before growling, “Look for a camera.”
“And THIS is the man you are making pies for?!”
“Just look for it! The fucker definitely put one somewhere!” Foxx snapped.
“Fine!”
Alastair set his bags next to Foxx’s and they started their search. They found nothing for a good ten minutes before his friend cried out, “Look! There!”
Foxx straightened from the box he’d been searching, and accidentally knocked another pile over. Ignoring the mess, he looked to where Alastair was pointing. In the kitchen, in the corner of the counter, hidden in the shadows of the cabinets above…was a sleeping cat figurine. Narrowing his eyes, he easily caught sight of the small camera in the moon shaped marking on the cat's forehead.
Pushing through the boxes, uncaring of all the ones he crushed and knocked over, he snagged the damn thing the minute it was in reach and crushed it in his hands. “The bastard…”
“Again, I feel I must point out how insane it is that the person who did all THIS is who gets all these pies and not me?!” Alastair whined.
Foxx spun, a slow smile slipping onto his face as an idea formed in his head. “Go back out and get more ingredients.”
“WHAT?!”
“I’m going to make twenty pies… No, THIRTY PIES! The man can eat pie for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for weeks, as far as I’m concerned!”
Alastair chuckled. “Oh, my. He doesn’t know how petty you can be, does he?”
