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“Oh please, uncle Scrooge!”
A voice interrupted Diluc from the document he was reading.
“Please come dine with us, this Christmas eve diner!” You were sloped dramatically on the door handle of Diluc’s study. He hadn't even heard you come in, completely engrossed with his e-mails. His eyes landed on the clock. Was it this late already?
“Am I your uncle now?” He replied dryly. “I don’t know how to feel about that, to be honest.”
“Not sure,” You snickered. “But if you don’t come down to eat with us, I’m afraid you’ll be visited by 3 ghosts tonight! Adelinde made an amazing feast and people have already started coming in.”
Diluc closed his laptop and crossed his arms, amused enough by your theatrics to engage you a little. “Have you actually read a Christmas Carol by any chance?”
“Uhh–” you stopped your antics, obviously feeling a bit caught. “Well, everyone knows the story don’t they!”
Diluc chuckled and stood from his chair. “Well, then you’d know Scrooge gets visited by 4 ghosts. Not 3.”
His smile widened considerably when he saw you frown, obviously trying to figure out which moment in time there would be other than the past, present and future, not knowing Scrooge gets visited by the ghost of his late business partner first, warning him of what’s to come.
His hand landed on the crown of your head, lightly petting your hair, leading your eyes to widen at his frankly uncharacteristic behaviour.
This was the first Christmas you were able to spend together, you’d been looking forward to it. Not that you hadn't been close enough before, but something had always come in between you two actually celebrating together. Turns out this was a pretty busy time for the winery and with customers all over the world, Diluc would spent a lot of time having online meetings and working overtime. Now he had finally managed to clear out his schedule for the night… Even though he had still gone to his office to wrap up a few things while you were getting ready. You weren't the only one excited by him joining the festivities, all the staff were happily surprised that Diluc would finally celebrate something that wasn't just for business relations.
“I suppose I don’t have to worry about you being punished for lack of christmas spirit,” you huffed, shoving his hand off your head. “Since you’re clearly somewhat affected by it. I might have a chance to see you drunk and merry yet.”
Diluc scoffed. “Don’t get your hopes up. A nice dinner with a glass of apple cider will do nicely enough.”