*Sitting beside Anna, as usual, and gesturing Faust for him to sit next to him, too, they all began the most unusual Christmas dinner he had ever had.
For a second, he almost asked of them to wait for the one guy missing. But… the Oracle Bell said otherwise. It beeped on his arm, and he checked it without much thought, in a manner that Anna could also read it if she wanted.*
<Horo’s not here anymore…
… Does… that mean I won’t get to talk to him about Ren?>
*It meant that he wouldn’t get any information about why he didn’t show up, nor about how he was.
And his throat cried for him to swallow hard to get over that thought.*
…like this feeling.>
*He started eating nonetheless, not to get anyone worried. No one else seemed to want to make a note about his absence anyway. And it was actually very nice, so he hummed happily and got distracted thanks to it, at least for a while.
After some smiley mouthfuls, he felt the need to drink something so the food wouldn’t get stuck inside his chest, and poured himself (and Anna, being a gentleman and all) a glass of the nearest eggnog bowl. But as he got it to his lips and took one sip, his throat burned.*
Sh— Wow, there’s something seriously wrong about this eggnog—
*He whispered as quietly as he could, barely gesturing as he spoke, in a volume so low, he doubted Anna or Faust had heard him.*
<Wait a second… This is liquor. Some kind of…>
*He frowned, staring at the glass. Last time, he swore he’d never drink again. Last time. His hand clenched slightly, but he was quick to stop it.*
<Last time was more than enough.>
*So he left the glass back on the table, silently pushing it far away from him to make sure he wouldn’t drink it, but wouldn’t make a deal about it, either.
Faust’s words worked like a queue to stop trying to eat anything else — his stomach was both crying for more and crying for him to stop, anyway. Holding his bloaded belly, he leaned back a bit and sighed, happily.*
It really was great, guys…! Congrats to the chefs!
*Faust got up and he smiled at him before he turned to the kitchen. Hopefully, the grown-up would have at least caught a glimpse of it. He sighed again, leaning over his hands to let his stomach breathe — he really was full.
At least, until Faust offered some hot cocoa.*
AAH…!! I WANT ONE!!
*He did a big fuzz about it, as always. The tall figure disappeared into the kitchen after noting how many cups he would be making, and the grin on his face still lingered. However, he knew that attitude might upset his fiancé, so he surfed through the guest’s faces, to know if they needed anything or if there was something he could do about… anything, really. And he noticed how Lyserg was kind of… moving in his place. Sort of like, rotating. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t imagining it, and cocked his head to one side to ask.*
Hey, Lyserg… Are you okay? You look kinda… pink. Which really makes your hair color pop.
*As he prepared himself to listen to Lyserg’s answer, Faust came back with the mugs over a tray, and gently reminded everyone that it was still Christmas.*
Heh, that’s right. No matter how odd the circumstances… we all shared a nice dinner, we all got presents, there’s even snow outside — very cold, very comfy. I guess we could call it a “Merry Christmas”.
This is alcoholic.
I’ll have some.
Lyserg & Faust can do the dishes. Hao, Jeanne, clear the table.