While Christmas wasn’t a very widely celebrated holiday among the gang, Dutch made a point to at least have a bit of a dinner of sorts, some food and whiskey— and presents were optional. Only so much one could give when you’re running for your lives, after all.

But, this year the gang was visiting Saint Denis and all it had to offer, and you and Arthur were standing beneath the mistletoe.

“..Quite the tradition, ain’t it?”

He said through a breathy chuckle, raising his brows at you as he ran his gloved hand through his hair.