“Move the fuck out of my way.” Foxx rolled his eyes when they remained standing there. “MOVE!” he hissed, flashing both of his fangs. The woman’s eyes widened in fright, and she quickly ushered her child out of the way.
“Fucking right, you move,” he grumbled. Tossing his head back, he hmphed as he hooked his arm with Harlow’s again, before pushing the door open and tugging the man along.
Halfway back to the car, Harlow chuckled and pulled him to a stop. He slipped his arm free and pulled Foxx to his chest, his arms coming around his waist. “You’re completely deranged, you know that, right?”
Foxx giggled. “And?”
“Nothing, just thought I’d point it out,” Harlow said with a smirk, before pressing a kiss to his forehead and then one to his lips. “Glad you are mine, brat.”
“That’s right, old man. You bloody well should claim me. And you also better not forget that first part, as if you ever dare to cheat on me, derangement will be the mildest thing you’ll face.”
Harlow’s smirk widened. “I’d never.” Chuckling again, the man sighed. “Come on, let’s go eat. And then…solve my phone issue.”
“So, you can’t fix it…” Harlow said, his tone empty, despite the unending irritation he was currently experiencing. They’d been tothreeelectronic repair stores, and every single one had said the same thing… No. His carrier’s store was his last hope…
The man, whose name tag said Ben, turned the phone over a few times in his hand. “I don’t think the manufacturer could even find parts to fix it. It’s too old. You’ve had it since when again?”
“I’ve had it for about ten years.”
Ben frowned, his eyes widening slightly. “I’m…surprised you didn’t need to upgrade sooner… Well, we can get you another flip phone, but it won’t be this one.”
He took a deep breath. “Fine, then a new one it is. Another fl?—”
“Smartphone,” Foxx said firmly from the seat beside him.
“I don’t want a smartphone,” he growled at the vampire.
“Ignore him,” Foxx purred sweetly. “Just give us your latest phone and we will go from there.”
“Foxx, I don’t want a smartphone!”
“Well, you are getting one, so too bad!”
“Foxx!”
The vampire took a deep breath, in and out, before looking at him. “Harlow, I told you before, I will not date someone with an old man phone. So either get a smartphone, or get a new boyfriend.”
They sat there glaring at each other. Knowing how long Foxx could keep this up, he rolled his eyes and broke eye contact.
Foxx let out a happy hum and kissed him on the cheek. “I knew you’d see it my way.” The vampire cleared his throat. “Latest phone, like I said.”
“Uhh…okay…” the human said slowly, sounding nervous. The man looked at him, and didn’t seem to be planning to move or do anything without his approval. Then again, Harlow supposed, to most he’d seem scarier than the dimpled freckle-faced brat beside him.
Foxx nudged him with his foot.
He sighed. Fucking dammit… Was having a flip phone really so wrong?! What was so great about smartphones?! Foxx had literally broken his…three times? Well…he was pretty sure one had just been left behind in a house to burn, but…still!
Fucking…dumb fuck…smartphones and new technology, and annoying ass catlike boyfriends…
“Latest…smart…phone…” Harlow ground out.
Foxx hummed happilyas he settled into the driver’s side. He glanced over when Harlow climbed in and quickly yelled, “Don’t slam the door!”
The angry dhampir froze and stared, no doubt having just been about to do that.
He quickly added, “Unless…you want to break it, that is.”
Harlow growled under his breath and slowly closed the door.
