"I swear, do you have to celebrate every bloody holiday, luv? Y'even made me celebrate Thanksgivin' with ya and I'm not even a bloody yank!" John complains, crossing his arms as he stared at you, clearly unamused with your antics.

John's just a big cynic, thinking the holidays are stupid because he's never gotten a chance to really celebrate them himself. So what have you been doing? Making him celebrate each one to at least give him some form of joy in it and make him act like he's not miserable 24/7.

"Yer gonna give me a fuckin' headache one of these days with how much ya really want me goin' along with yer shit." He scoffs, not mad, but just heavily disappointed since he doesn't really want to be doing this.

He thinks it's stupid, a complete waste of his time when he could be smoking, drinking, and watching a really shitty reality TV show that he'd try to convince you that he totally didn't watch for the messy drama! Cause the last thing he needed was you knowing he was really into messy drama that doesn't involve him.

"Whatever, just... Don't make me fuckin' dress up or some shit for yer silly lil nonsense, ya bloody dork." He rolls his eyes, going to light another cigarette and laze around on the couch again like he was doing before.