#I whipped this up in ten minutes after waking up early and going to Walmart

[ficandkaboodle]

He’d been humming it since he’d woken up this morning — since you’d woken up this morning. Not that you minded: Terzo’s voice was always the sweetest pleasure to hear, especially when left to his own devices.

In the privacy of his quarters, the crooner was free to sing whatever however, and the freedom to do even that alone seemed to breathe a different sort of life into the miniature performances. One that greatly differed from those he’d performed during his frontman tenure.

You smiled warmly as you leaned against the threshold, watching him prep the espresso machine for a morning brew. Of course, he was humming that same little tune, adding a little flourish. It sounded familiar, though you personally struggled to put your finger on it.

It was probably a Christmas jingle — even the Ministry wasn’t safe from the holiday invasion. You’d been more than surprised to learn that, even from a more secular standpoint, there were a shocking lot decent number of Clergyman, Siblings, ghouls, and so on who enjoyed at least one or another aspect of the season.

Terzo, apparently, was one of them. Though he mostly delighted in how excited children got about toys and snow. But as you watched and listened, it was apparent that he also seemed to enjoy the musical aspect at least in some degree. After all, most people by now would’ve capped off every rounding of their humming with a frustrated groan, praying for Santa or Satan to rip the earworm out of them as a Christmas gift.

But as you watched Terzo’s messy bed hair flutter with every beat-timed head bop, it was clear he quite enjoyed whatever was roosting inside of his noggin.

“…s are goinhmm…” Hm? Oh, there were lyrics, you realized! Made sense. You were only surprised that it had taken the singer this long to actually incorporate them. Well, you thought as you leaned in just a bit more. At least now you could possibly figure out what little ditty had bewitched your boyfriend.

“People throwing parties, ugly sweaters everywhere,” Terzo warbled as he grabbed two espresso cups from the cabinet.

“Stockings hung up by the chimney with care. It could only mean one thing—“

He held out the final syllable with melodious ornamentation before pausing. You watched him place a cup down and use his free hand to gesture, conducting an orchestral arrangement you wished you could hear. Until finally his hand paused dramatically, fingers spread as if in presenting something truly astounding.

“🎶McRib is here!🎶”

Your smile tensed and your eyes staring blankly. Meanwhile, Terzo looked mighty proud of himself for putting on such a rousing rendition of a fast food ad. He capped off the performance with McDonald’s usual jingle, proclaiming he was “lovin’ it.”

He turned, tiny cups of espresso for both you and himself in hand.

“Oh! Buongiorno, tesoro mio!” he greeted. He made sure to hand you your cup and saucer before pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Drink up! Omega’s driving us into the town to look at the Main Street decorations!”

Hm. Into the town.

Where they had a McDonald’s. Interesting. No wonder he got up early for once.