As if his thoughts beckoned them forward, the words he’d heard Harlow say in the recording floated through his mind.‘You took my ball of sadistic sunshine. Give. It. Back.’
Words he knew shouldn’t make him happy. Ones that he shouldn’t have heard at all, or even begin to take seriously…
For fuck’s sake, Harlow technically had called him an ‘it’… So why… Why did they…make him want to smile?
Letting a small smile break free, Foxx softly said, “Thank you, Harlow.”
“Welcome…I guess.” The human cleared his throat once again and sat up. “We should get going… Though…” Harlow smirked. “I have a slight suggestion for you.”
“A suggestion? On?”
“Your outfit.”
Foxx wrinkled his nose. “Youhave a suggestion formeon what towear?”
Harlow snickered. “I can see you’re skeptical, but hear me out.”
He stared for a moment, trying to see if Harlow was fucking with him. On getting no clues from the man’s expression, he rolled his eyes and waved him on.
“I want you to put on the pinkest, girliest sunsuit you have. Because as much as I hate bright colors, Johansson is worse.”
Foxx frowned, head tilting. “Why girliest?”
“Let’s just say, you being a man and wearing something like that will surely ruin the fucker’s day.”
“Is he a homophobe?”
“He’s gay, so…not exactly, but I’d say he definitely has some sort of self-hatred thing going on. Along with some strict views on gender, and what men should and should not wear.” Harlow then explained, “He made Jerry cry once because he was wearing a shimmery pink button down.”
“He what?!” Foxx hissed.
“Before you try to kill him, which, mind you, I would be willing to help with, Charity did bitch him out for it. Afterwards, she reported his ass to Tony, even though Jerry told her not to. The man has kept his mouth shut on people's clothing since.”
Girly…he could do girly…but, like, it was so last century to attach gender to clothes. He gasped. “I’ve got it!” Foxx giggled evilly. “I know just what to wear!”
Foxx giggled at how wide Charity’s eyes went when she caught sight of him.
“Foxx, I never thought I’d say this, but…it’s a masterpiece,” Harlow said with a snicker next to him.
Well…the man wasn’t wrong. The, thankfully, double fur lined, sparkly bunny sunsuit he was wearing was beyond adorable. The middle of the body, and the part where the face shield zipped in, was a baby pink color that faded to white when it got to the floppy ears, gloves, and boots.
If the colors weren’t extra enough, the matching rhinestones pushed it there. Because the entire thing, gloves and boots included, was covered in artfully placed droplet shaped rhinestones, adding the perfect amount of sparkle.
And if all that wasn’t cute enough, there was also a large pink bow on his right ear, and little paw pads on the palms of his gloves.
It was interesting, because he'd actually had the sunsuit for a while, but hadn’t really gotten a chance to put it on due to…well, not being in a cold place. Followed by his ever present desire to annoy Harlow with his bear ones.
“It’s beautiful… I just wish I could see the look on that prick's face when he sees it.” Charity giggled.
“Does anyone like this man, and if not, why does he still have a job here?” Foxx asked with a huff.
“You’d have to ask Tony that. Come on, let’s go.” Harlow grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the back.
Foxx smiled brightly, and defiantly, as some of the handlers glanced up and did a double take upon seeing him and Harlow.
At the sound of someone snickering, Harlow started flipping the room off with his other hand, while he towed Foxx along, down the hallway, to the right of Tony’s office.
“Haven’t been down here before,” Foxx murmured on eyeing the doors they passed.
