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“Put it on.”
Diluc sputtered in disbelief, gesturing hopelessly at the object in Xiao’s hand.
“I am not going to-“
“Put it on,” Xiao repeated stubbornly, and Diluc let out a groan, burying his face in his hands.
“It says touch my jingle balls I would literally rather die-“
Xiao held back a snicker, shoving the obnoxious sweater in Diluc’s direction.
“Put it on, please?”
“You can’t even knit!” Diluc protested, and Xiao rolled his eyes.
“Some things are worth learning for.”
Diluc levelled him with an unimpressed stare, then sighed, snatching it up.
“If I wear this… abomination, what will you give me in return?”
“A hug?”
“I… Fine.”
With a huff, he yanked it on over his head, the scowl never leaving his face.
“Good enough? Can I take it off now?”
Xiao pouted, stepping forwards to neaten his hair.
“At least let me get one photo first.”
Diluc’s eyes widened, mouth dropping open in horror as he noticed the camera in his hand.
“Don’t you fucking dare-“
Xiao’s laughter echoed around the room as Diluc scrambled out of the sweater, and he carefully tucked the photo in his pocket.
“Too late.”
If looks could kill…