Diluc would instantly cover your ears when hearing the drunk bard Venti suggesting you to try some alcohol. You knew your adoptive parent figure hated any type of booze despite being a bartender.

The redheaded bartender often acted like a cold-hearted figure. Though atleast he had a rare soft spot for you, and possibly only you.

“Did you hear anything from that stupid alcoholic, little one?”

He’d ask you as he glanced down at you, his eyes slowly but surely starting to soften.