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The first time they spent Christmas together, it wasn't... picturesque, to say the least. Everybody was tired, at least half of them pissed off at each other, and Sorbet and Gelato had a mission to finish and never even showed up.
"Go ahead and start." Risotto mumbled before collapsing onto the couch, watching as a few members of his team approached the tree hesitantly. The holiday as a whole felt more awkward than exciting.
Prosciutto sat with a thump on the other side of the couch, hair lazily pulled back into a bun with pieces falling out already. He already held a lit cigarette in his hand.
"...." The leader remained silent while watching. He wasn't surprised. He had been around a few of the assassins longer than others, and had come to understand and expect their behavior. So he wasn't exactly surprised when Melone sat right in front of the couch with a book. It was probably entirely some sort of quiet way of pissing off Prosciutto for some sort of argument they had the day before or the day before that.
Ghiaccio... sat next to the couch as well. He decided not to press on that.
Illuso, Pesci, and Formaggio were the only ones who actually began opening presents, though the former two were more reluctant about their actions than the latter, who began opening presents with a satisfying amount of gusto.
"Piss off," Prosciutto hisses at Melone, who apparently had gotten too close for Prosciutto to remain quiet. Risotto gives them both looks to illustrate that they need to quit it before he interferes. Prosciutto takes a drag from his almost burnt-out cigarette. Melone turns back to his book.
Risotto sighs before sinking back into the couch and letting his eyes slide shut. It's not picturesque, but it's the best they've got.
And they'll make it work.
My secret santa gift to debonairbear! I'm sososoosoooo sorry that it's late. I tried to write a drabble to make up for it. I tried to incorporate a bit of your headcanons while I was drawing and writing, but I'm sorry if I forgot anything big 。゚(。ノA\。)゚。 I hope you had a good holiday!
Just saw the picture I commissioned from debonairbear and i'm madly in love with it! I screamed when I saw it. It's perfect and devastatingly sad.