[Definitely still an asshole. She finds herself laughing even as she rolls her eyes, scooting and leaning in as if she might kiss it all better for him. She hovers there for a moment, her nose brushing against his. But instead of landing the kiss she scoops up some snow.]
Oh, poor baby. Here, let me take care of that.
[You need ice for a concussion, she's sure. Or ice for the bump on the back of the head, it doesn't really matter. Either way she's smirking like crazy as she pulls back, letting some of the snow just plop down onto his face.
Let's see how much he likes cold crap hitting his face.]
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Oh, poor baby. Here, let me take care of that.
[You need ice for a concussion, she's sure. Or ice for the bump on the back of the head, it doesn't really matter. Either way she's smirking like crazy as she pulls back, letting some of the snow just plop down onto his face.
Let's see how much he likes cold crap hitting his face.]