“And that would accomplish what exactly?”
Foxx huffed. “I don’t know… I just feel like we’re not doing enough. And why shouldn’t we do more? We know who… Why can’t we try to track that bastard?—”
“Foxx, we can’t talk about that here.”
They flinched as the flurry of conversations heated up around them. People were talking animatedly as they looked at their phones, all discussing one thing—Humanity's Last Stand had released another video.
Foxx, of course, pulled out his phone and started tapping away. Moments later, the vampire set his device on the table and tapped the screen. Maverick’s voice came in loud and clear, as if hearing it secondhand from the tables around them hadn’t been enough. Harlow forced back the rest of the noise, focusing on the screen and Maverick’s new rant.
“The beasts came out this morning. The truth was revealed, just as I said it would be. My question to you is… Why do you sit back and do nothing?! Question! Demand answers! Why is the government letting these wolves hide in sheep’s clothing, just so they can kill us without warning?! Every day, humans die because of these freaks!”
Foxx snorted. “We're just going to ignore that humans also die by the hands of other humans every day, I see.”
“Well, if he mentioned that, it wouldn’t fit with his fear mongering now, would it?” Harlow sneered.
“It is time to be loud, to be present, to demand that the world return to the way it once was. Return to the time when these monsters were hunted down and destroyed!” Maverick, after a well placed poignant pause, continued. “If this isn’t enough to prompt you to do what is right, then wait and see what happens next. It is only a matter of time before they attack again. Let’s just hope that you aren’t within reach of their claws when they do. If you survive, when the time comes, you must choose a side. Humanity’s or theirs.” The video then cut off.
“It's really easy to say that it's only a matter of time when you are the one causing it,” Foxx hissed.
“He always was one to try to weigh things in his favor.”
Maverick, the bastard, usually liked making sure the scales were already tipped his way. At least, so he had heard from other hunters in the past. Well, it came with warnings to never bet with the man. Maverick liked betting with a loaded deck.
One hunter described the man as someone who’d make a bet that a winning race horse would lose and come in last, while knowing full well that it had a fucked-up leg, because he was the one who fucked it up.
Harlow wiped his mouth with his napkin and tossed it over his plate. “Come on, let’s flag down our crazy ass waiter and go home. You can mope, watch the news, and rant at home… Or…”he added, as he got a better, less pathetic idea. “If you are tired of doing all that, we can head back to that festival instead. It’s still going on and we have time.”
“I…” Foxx nibbled on his bottom lip. “I think…I’d like that. Maybe…it will take my mind off things.”
“That’s the spirit.” Harlow smirked. “Come on, my chaotic brat. Let’s go cause trouble somewhere else.”
Foxx snorted. “Barely caused trouble here. At most, we just offended someone’s delicate sensibilities.”
They jumped at the sound of someone clearing their throat, and looked up to find said waiter had somehow snuck up on them. Walter looked grim, no fake smile in place. And in a truly shocking turn of events, the man spoke without any of the ridiculous words that he normally clung to. “I…know you two aren’t…monsters. You’re hunters, right?” The man sat their check down. “I paid your bill. Hope your day gets better…”
Foxx’s eyes widened slightly, before going a bit teary eyed. “Thank you,” the vampire rasped softly.
Harlow smirked, chuckling. “Thanks… I still think you’re a weirdo, but you are entertaining.”
Walter smirked, wiggled his brow, and said, “Travel far and safely. May you return to our station again soon.” With that, the crazy asshole left.
He snorted. “Come on, traveler, let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Foxx giggled.
“You know,I do feel a bit better now,” Foxx said with a giggle as he looked at the wooden keychains. They weren’t the smallstatue that he’d attempted to buy, which had unfortunately gone by the time they got there, but they were cute.
“OH, this is so us!” Foxx laughed and picked up a pair of keychains. One was a chubby cat, the other a chubby kitten. No doubt meant for a mother and daughter, but like, they could be whatever the hell he wanted them to be if he bought them.
Harlow plucked them from his hand, a smile stretching across his face. “Finally giving in to the idea you are a cat?”
“No, but if you are going to mock me, I figured I might as well get my digs in while enjoying some cute couple things.” Foxx smiled widely. “And as you are younger, you are OBVIOUSLY the kitten. So, I’ll put the kitten on my keys, and you can put the big cat on yours.”
Harlow stared, looking dumbstruck. “My over six foot tall ass is the kitten?!”
“Of course, as you noted before,mycradle robbing ass couldn’t be anything except the older cat.”
“I literally look decades older!”
