Talking about Christmas!harry just imagine invite him to your family Christmas party,where he gets to eat chocolate caliente,elotes,hit the piñata and get roasted by your tios borrachas
“So you’re telling me your grams made this,” He lifts his snowman mug towards you to signify it, “out of a brick of chocolate?”
“God, I can’t believe this is corn. It’s so fucking good.”
“Left! No, Harry, left! NO—!”
“Did I get it?” He pauses with his hands out before him, the bat tight in his grasp as he whips his head from side to side, trying to find your voice.
“No…but you just beat the inflatable Santa to a plastic pulp.”
“What’d he say?” Harry whispers softly in your ear as to uncles cackle loudly, eyeing Harry with hazy eyes alight with glee.
“They think your accent’s funny.” You lie, shrugging like it’s nothing.
“Then why are they pointing at my boots.”