“That ends the full report of this escapade. At this time, we believe that all infected have either been neutralized or have died as a result of the poison,” Tony said over the line. “Not just here, but countrywide. While clean up crews will continue to search for any dead, hunters go ahead and pat yourselves on the back, because you made it through this thing. At this time, all of you should return to your respected Guilds. Feel free to take your time on the way back.”
As the fucker finished up, Foxx did a little happy dance, giggling. “We did it!” The vampire spun around, before flipping off the sky, yelling, “Fuck you, Maverick, you bigoted ass wank!”
Smirking and shaking his head, he strolled past the man, down the neon sign lit alleyway.
His vampire was…very cute.Cute and mine,he thought.All mine.
Harlow grunted as the vampire’s full weight hit his back. He automatically grabbed onto Foxx’s legs when they came around him. Giggling like crazy, the man started singing, “We did it, we did it,” as he wrapped his arms around his neck.
Harlow snorted. “Yes. Yes, we did it, brat. Is there a reason you’re on my back?”
“Yes! Because I want to be!” the vampire said while he continued to giggle. “Oh! We should take a picture!”
“Why?” He glanced at him over his shoulder.
“Because it’s our first piggyback ride as a couple!” Foxx laughed. “Well, first ever, actually. Take a picture!”
“My hands are busy,” he said with a smug smile.
Well…that and he…also…hadn’t actually used the camera on his phone yet… So, he wasn’t positive he knew how to use it…
Foxx huffed. “Fine! I’ll take it. Where’s your phone? Mine is squished between us.”
“Inner zipped pocket, upper middle right.”
Harlow stood there blank faced as Foxx felt around inside his jacket. “Not there,” he said, when the man started to unzip a pocket that he knew was full of various powders, including the ash they used to burn shit. The vampire’s hand moved on, to the wrong pocket again. “Nope, not that one either.”
He ended up having to say ‘not that one’ three more times before Foxx finally found his phone.
“You have too many pockets,” Foxx grumbled as he pulled Harlow’s cell phone free.
He grunted in response.
“Okay, here we go,” Foxx chimed, while holding out the phone. “Smile!”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes!”
Harlow sighed and faked a smile.
Foxx’s smile turned into a glare. “Harlow, I want a REAL smile, not a fake one!”
“Such a demanding brat,” he chuckled.
Harlow felt a bit of trepidation as the man’s glare turned into a sweet smile.
“Smile for real, or be prepared to REALLY hate the next thing I embroider onto your clothes.”
Yep…that’s definitely a threat he wanted to avoid.
“Brat,” he sighed, but despite the threat, he smiled for real this time.
Foxx’s smile turned blinding as the vampire took the picture.
“Yay!”
“Happy?” he asked with a smirk, glancing back.
