“Yeah…he found out that time he came over when you weren’t here.”
Foxx sat up, crying out, “He’s known for two weeks and you didn’t tell me?!”
He could have been talking to his best friend this whole bloody time?!
Harlow closedthe door behind Alastair after he walked in, and followed the vampire down the hall. The man had the same puppy with him as he had the last time he’d stormed in. Alastair stopped only a step out of the hallway, as they found Foxx there, his arms crossed, just a few feet away.
The vampires stared at each other, neither moving. Eyeing the two men, Harlow slowly slipped out of the hallway and took a seat on the couch, continuing to watch the standoff from there.
After a few moments of silence, Alastair huffed. “Well…don’t just stand there! Don’t I get a hug or something?! We haven’t seen each other in weeks. Like, everything is fine now, right?!”
Foxx nibbled on his bottom lip, before slowly unfolding his arms and holding them open. Alastair rushed to the vampire, pulling him into a hug. “I missed your crazy ass.”
Foxx clung to him and sniffled, the man’s voice watery when he spoke. “I missed you too.”
The puppy yipped as it was hugged between the two men. They pulled back on a laugh, while the dog excitedly licked at them both.
Harlow snorted. The sound drew two sets of eyes to him, and they both started to glare.
He smirked. “Do you plan to sit down, or are you going to just stand there hugging all day?”
“He really has some audacity to be this loud when this whole thing is his fault,” Alastair drawled.
Foxx sniffed. “Audacity is definitely something he has plenty of.”
He stared back, emotionless, while the two men looked at him in disgust for a moment, before finally settling on the teal sectional opposite him. Alastair let the puppy in his hold loose on the floor, and the creature began to run around happily sniffing at things. The sniffing…was a bit suspicious, and…concerning. All he knew was that he was not cleaning anything up.
“What is with the puppy, and why is it here?” Foxx asked as he relaxed back. “I thought you swore off pets years ago. Also, why are you up? Usually, you’d be sleeping at this time.”
It was a little past 2pm, which was an odd time for the other vampire to be up… While he and Foxx seemed to constantly switch their sleep schedule around, he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Foxx’s friend awake at this time.
Alastair sighed. “Snowball isn’t potty trained yet. I didn’t know how long I’d be here. As for why I have him…well, that’s because SOMEONE texted Daydric and told him I was feeling lonely. The reason I'm awake happens to also be because of Snowball! Whoever had the puppy before me, definitely was not on a vampire’s sleep schedule.”
“Well…maybe you should have seen reason and agreed with me then,” Foxx said with a sweet lopsided smile that flashed his dimples and fang.
“I will never call thatthingsweet.”
Harlow had a feeling he was the ‘thing’. But that wouldn’t make sense…as he wasn’t sweet, so…
Harlow frowned. “What ‘thing’?”
“Snowball is pretty cute,” Foxx mused, not answering Harlow’s question. “I suppose that explains why you stormed in that time.”
“Yeah! That day went sooo well! First, Daydric shows up out of the blue with a white fluff ball, and what happens right after?! My best friend yells at me and tells me to go away, like I’m some unwanted peasant!”
“What ‘thing’?” Harlow repeated, glaring at them still.
“Well, I am sorry, Alastair. I didn’t want to, but…”
“Yeah, yeah, you had to protect your psycho. But do you know how confused and hurt I was?!”
These fuckers were ignoring him on purpose…
“I really am sorry!”
“Again, what ‘thing’?” he growled.
They both sighed and looked over at him.
