Harlow chuckled and started the car. Foxx was energetic the whole drive, and remained just as bouncy as they parked and headed for the entrance of the festival…which happened to be in the exact same place that the winter craft fair had been.
Luckily, this time, there was no disappointment when they caught sight of the sign. It was very on theme with, he supposed, a wood carving festival. At least, he assumed it was. The cloth sign looked like wood, and the swirling letters of West Gally Wood Carving Festival had a carved-out appearance. Along the edges of the sign, there were various animal carvings.
“I see pretty things, Harlow!” Foxx practically growled out. “Prepare to carry shit!”
He snorted. “I guess as your boyfriend that is in my job description now, huh?”
“Yes!”
The vampire skipped ahead, and he followed, shaking his head.
The happy yellow Care Bear rushed over to a booth that had a variety of well carved lamps. Harlow figured, considering how many wooden sculptures and wood and resin furniture the vampire had, this festival was right up his alley taste-wise. He didn’t feel any particular way about either, besides not minding them.
Which was good, considering he had already reached out to the developer and owner of most of the Inner Village about any available land that’s open for development for the house he wanted to build and move Foxx into. Disliking the vampire’s décor taste would have made moving a bitch.
“They are so pretty!” the man said as he oohed and awed over the stuff. Foxx picked up a lamp made of smooth swirling vines and flowers. Peaking through, underneath the woodcarving on the base, was a deep gray blue color. The vines themselves continued up, forming the outline and the design on the lampshade, while the majority of the shade was glass.
Harlow couldn’t help but note that the stall owner was eyeing the vampire with concern at how seemingly loose the man was holding the lamp. He was going to guess that it was a heavy lamp by human standards.
“If I was sure I’d have space for it in the apartment…I’d get it.” Foxx pursed his lips as he slowly set it back down.
“Why not just get it and see if you can find a space for it? Though, I’m surprised you don’t own any other properties.”
Foxx’s eyes remained on the lamp as he replied, “If I did that with everything I liked, but wasn’t sure I had space for, I’d have a hoarding problem. As for properties… I mean, I did at one point, but… I have mentioned before that I’m not big on traveling, right? Well, there is also just something so nice about having all my things in one place, and not having to worry about going without something just because I forgot it at a different home. I mean, I enjoy going to the cabin for a weekend or so. But that’s different. Most of the homes I had were vast distances apart, so it wasn’t exactly convenient to go back and grab something I'd forgotten. That being said, while the apartment is currently the only property I own…I do have several…storage units.”
Foxx eyed the lamp and the booth for a second more before moving on.
Harlow started to follow, as that was pretty much his plan for this whole outing, but paused when he saw that Foxx stopped by a booth a little bit away, the vampire fully drawn in by the new table of carved goods.
His gaze flicked to the lamp, then to the vampire and back, as he reversed and approached the stall owner. “How much for the lamp? And will you ship it somewhere for me?”
“It’s five fifty.”
Harlow was going to guess he was saying it was five hundred and fifty, not five dollars and fifty cents. Damn, Foxx had expensive tastes… Harlow couldn’t say he had ever considered spending so much on a lamp… Whatever, it wasn’t like he couldn’t afford it. And it would make his currently yellow Care Bear happy. “Will you pack it up and ship it somewhere for me?”
The human frowned. “You want me to…?”
“I’ll pay you an extra three hundred to safely box it up and ship it to me.”
Harlow had no clue how much shipping would cost, but he figured another three hundred would cover it, and make this exchange go fucking quicker.
“I can do that,” the man gasped.
He quickly handed over the money, and wrote down Alastair’s address, with a note to the vampire about why he was sending it to him. The reason being that…Foxx was a nosey brat when it came to mail. Taking the man’s business card, just in case the fucker tried to screw him over, Harlow hurried to Foxx’s side, finding the vampire right where he last spotted him. The man was apparently very engrossed by the…carved spoons…
He frowned, eyeing the utensils. Well, they were pretty intricate, and did have animals and other things on them that Foxx would likely consider cute, he supposed. “So, what is in your storage units?”
Foxx blinked, looking over at him. “Well…I mean, one does collect things after living for so long. The apartment, while a decent size for two or more people…it just doesn’t have the same amount of space as three to four houses do.”
“Three to four?” He laughed.
“Well, I had that many at one point…and sometimes, when I moved, I got new things to fit the style of the house… And well…things just added up. One of the units, I will admit, is full of clothes. Some of them…very outdated. I really should auction them off, or have a…” Foxx frowned as he leaned in to look closer at the…spoons. “What’s it called…? Ah, a garage sale!”
“Foxx, you don’t have a garage.”
“Right…” The vampire pursed his lips. “Maybe I can rent one for a sale?”
“Probably be better to just do an auction. I’m sure you’d, one, attract collectors, if the clothes are as old as I’m guessing they are, and two, you'd likely make more.”
