[ when she suddenly pulls her hand free, he watches her curiously, brow raised as she suddenly starts lingering around the snow, having expected he was just going to walk her back over to her place without any kind of detour. the curiosity peaks when he sees her working to gather the snow itself, remaining where he is, even if he's watching her carefully to see what she's up to.
a moment later, the snowball comes flying at him, splat against his chest, his eyes peering down to catch sight of it at the last split second. it's not a hard hit, nothing he'd have to have dodged for, but he still looks back up to her slowly like she just triggered a challenge. ]
You're right. I could do that.
[ he squats down, almost casually as he pools up a bit of snow into his palm, giving it a squeeze to tighten it further. ]
But if I do — gonna insist you dress to match — [ because he's then swinging his arm, pelting that snowball right towards her. ]
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a moment later, the snowball comes flying at him, splat against his chest, his eyes peering down to catch sight of it at the last split second. it's not a hard hit, nothing he'd have to have dodged for, but he still looks back up to her slowly like she just triggered a challenge. ]
You're right. I could do that.
[ he squats down, almost casually as he pools up a bit of snow into his palm, giving it a squeeze to tighten it further. ]
But if I do — gonna insist you dress to match — [ because he's then swinging his arm, pelting that snowball right towards her. ]