[She's expecting him to throw a snowball at her. But she's somehow still surprised when he actually throws it. There's a moment where her face clearly reads oh shit before she tries ducking. But his snowball manages to hit her right on top of her head. It doesn't hurt in the slightest, but she still gasps as snow piles on top of her head and splatters down into her face.
A few seconds later, the pile on top of her head slides off completely, dropping down to her dress.]
Oh, you think you're so funny. [She's laughing, trying her best to sound put out by his retaliation.]
Do that again, and you'll be sorry!
[She's already scurrying off into the snow like a laughing gremlin to gather up another handful.]
[ when he aims for her, he's cautious enough to at least try to avoid hitting her arm; the snow wouldn't be that hard, but tightened into a ball as it is, it's not gonna fell pleasant when it hits her either, and he's at least going to make sure he doesn't do any actual damage.
getting a straight hit right on her head doesn't count as damage in this case, not when he earns that surprised reaction, watching her gasp as the bits of snow trail down onto her nose.
in a state of his own surprise, mostly in the humor of the sight, he laughs, an unfiltered but light ha! leaving his mouth in a way that rarely happens, bringing up the back of his hand against his mouth to try to stifle it. ]
Got a real kick for threats there, Oswald. Trembling in my boots over here.
[ as he watches her get to gathering more snow, he does a quick step behind the nearest tree before he settles his hand to the ground to tighten a bit more of his own. ]
[She wishes she could've frozen that moment in time, with his smiling and brief laughter. She has to commit the sight to memory, because this is war. One she fully intends on at least attempting to win.
She tries to use her lack of height to her advantage, dropping down to her knees to roll a ball of snow into her hand. It's a little difficult to do one handed, but she's not a quitter when there's bragging rights involved. ]
Oh, like you're that threatening?
[She calls out as a retort, sending her snowball flying. It hits the tree he's behind and she has no problem huffing out a frustrated fuck before ducking down to ball up more snow.]
[ he manages to snicker again, quieter to himself this time, as he lingers defensively behind the tree, hearing he utter a surprising swear. snowballs or otherwise, kovacs has the experience in war tactics, particularly in getting cover when under enemy fire.
it's a real shame that clara leaves herself so open. ]
Don't need to be. I just go straight for the attack.
[ like turning his heel out from behind the tree so he can give another hefty swing of his arm to toss an even tighter ball, but still rather soft and wet as he aims for her face again. ]
[She's hit right in the face this time. It doesn't hurt at all, but she does have her mouth open to say something right when snow impacts her face. Plenty gets inside her mouth and she has to sputter to get it all out. With a huff, she wipes the rest of the snow off her face.
She's almost dazed by it for a moment after, a slight chill from the cold making her shiver from head to toe. The look on her face after that speaks volumes to the fact that she is tiny and enraged and looking for revenge.
About two seconds later, she gives up throwing snowballs to charge at him full speed. Yeah, she's fully intending on just leaping on him in an attempt to knock him down into the snow.]
[ maybe it's cruel to go full on violence with the pelting snowballs but kovacs has never been very forgiving when it comes to being provoked, especially if someone's in the mood to mess around with him, even if it is clara, half his size with an arm injury she should probably be going easy on.
as soon as he gets another hit in, he smirks at the victory when he sees she's just trying to blow and wipe snow off her face. he won't purposely try to get her again while he's dazed but he is at least going to prep himself another ball in case of her counter-defense.
what he doesn't expect is that her defense is to charge right at him, his brow squinting in surprise that she'd even attempt it. when she closes in and jumps at his body, his arm is ready to wrap around her to keep her from suddenly falling at her reckless attack, considering he's typically well sturdy to bear it —
but what he doesn't take into account in the moment is the slippery ground beneath him with the snow, her sudden charge at him making his feet shift, the bottom of his boots getting trapped on a patch of ice. he stumbles back suddenly, his arm around her gripping tight as he falls backwards, slamming against the snow on his back with a sharp — ] — ah, fuck!
[She's half expecting to just run into him and bounce back into the snow. It's a price she's willing to pay to say she charged right on in with a full bodied attack. What she isn't expecting and probably should have, is for him to slip.
It's when his arm is around her and they're both falling that she realizes this was a very bad idea. She gasps in alarm, pressing her hand against his shoulder. The second he hits the ground it feels like the wind is knocked out of her. He's softened the blow, but it takes a few seconds to recover. When she does, she lifts her head to look down at him, very quietly and carefully studying his face to try and figure out if this is a laughing sort of thing or if she should apologize.]
Is your head alright?
[That's the most important thing. Making sure her recklessness hasn't hurt him any.]
[ falling on his ass isn't necessarily anything new, even if falling on something freezing cold is probably a newer experience, with his coat at least keeping him from feeling so much of that chill rush through his spine. he groans a little, more instinctive from the sudden fall, but aside from a few minor aches, it'd been a soft enough landing.
squinting an eye open, he sees her hovering above him, looking him and so he closes his eyes again, head dropping back against the snow. ]
Pretty sure I got a concussion. [ he squints an eye open again, humming as he mimics the act of trying very hard to focus on her. ] Yup, I'm seeing about ... ten Claras. Fucking terrifying.
[ he's fine and, yes, still an asshole, lips quirking into a playful smirk. ]
[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.]
[ as soon as he gets his focus straight again, he's keen to try to check on her, even if the weight of her across his body, slammed on in the midst of the fall, is enough indication that she hadn't had as rough of a landing as he had. but she's laughing before he can even check, her face leaning down into him.
somehow he can already tell the mischief in her voice, in the suggestion of that poor baby, and for a moment, he's tempted to kiss her anyway, before she can follow through —
but she's quick, freezing cold snow smashed into his face, an instant chill racing over his cheeks. laying down like he is, rather than sliding off his skin, the pieces linger as he groans through his laughter. ]
Oh, yeah, you — you took care of that real nice. Fuck. [ not that he's inclined to accept her victory, especially as he brings his hand up to the back of her neck, holding her where she is so he can lean up and rub his chilled, snow-coated cheeks against hers in retaliation. ]
[She squirms a bit, but doesn't put up too much of a fight. That's a regret as his cheeks are rubbed against hers and she gives out a little shriek of dismay. There's laughter mixed in with it, and then she squirms in earnest. Which, of course, only serves to rub her cheeks more firmly against his.
She's broken down in a fit of giggles after that, which makes giving a quick peck to his lips almost impossible. She bumps their noses together on her first two attempts, but manages to land a kiss on the third.]
You're so desperate to get in the last word!
[It's dramatic and accusatory, but still said through laughter. ]
[ he knows that she won't end up putting much of a fight against this, especially when he hears the bubbling laughter as he rubs cold cheeks to her, the contact of skin on skin instantly melting those tiny remnants of snow so it's just wet and chilled between them.
eventually, he reels back, catching his own breath as his cheeks are reddened, damped on their surface and he just peers up at her with a satisfied grin of victory, humming his own laugh when she kisses him. ]
No, I'm just very good at winning.
[ though, considering he's on his back, it's hard to say that it's a full win. but with the content look on his face, palms finally smoothing over her back in a lazier up-and-down pattern, he hardly seems to mind. ]
[She just lays there for a moment, catching her breath. All that laughter was making her sides ache and her stomach twist in knots. But it passes and she's soothed by his hands on her back, and eventually her breathing regulates.]
Yeah, well... [She tries to find something to grumble about or threaten there, but she lets him have this victory. There's another kiss before she moves to sit up, rolling off of him and into the snow. She huffs as she moves to get up, and offers him a hand in getting up to his feet.]
You're lucky I'm good at losing every once in a while.
[ normally, he wouldn't need the aid to get back up on his feet, but since she's offering (and should probably take some precaution with the slippery surface of the ground, even if he's not sure she has enough weight to propel him up), he takes her hand anyway, chilly in the contact, and tries to steady his boots down to use more of his own strength and less of hers to rise up to stand. ]
Really? No whining or — pouting or anything like that?
[ he's very much teasing, a bit of a subtle smile on his face as he stands in front of her, fingers coming up to her cheeks so he can wipes them down a bit better, bringing up the end of his sleeve so he can wipe the wet spots and help to warm her back up. ]
[She sounds oh so offended as she says it, though she's wise enough to not bother denying the pouting. But he's obviously teasing, and so he's quick to put a smile on her face as he wipes at her cheeks. She nuzzles her cheek up against his sleeve and hand with a laugh (strictly to get warmer, of course).]
I may need you to be a bit more hands on to warm me up completely.
[ he'll indulge her on that, even if he's helplessly smirking about her insistence, especially since he hardly minds that she does occasionally get defensive and pouty. it's incredibly endearing, and even a definitive cute look on her.
but she's cute like this too, nuzzling in against his warming hands that he can resist giving a playful and light pinch to her skin. ]
Well, I could. But someone decided on a little gal pal night. [ he leans down then, bringing his mouth in to press a kiss behind her ear before brushing his lips against her lobe. ] Unless you got time for a little quick warming.
[The responsible thing to do would be to just go back to her room. But with his mouth on her like that, any and all thoughts of being responsible fly right out the window. The goosebumps that rise up on her skin have nothing to do with the slight chill in the air.]
I could go for a quick warming.
[She pauses then, leaning back to give him a look.]
[ in response to her look, he gives one of his own, squinted eyes silently suggesting and "of course not", even if the look does momentarily stray away to peer past her like he might actually consider the idea of sneaking around behind a tree and —
no, he can be sensible. ]
But I can walk you back to your room and take good care of you to make sure you're warmed up.
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A few seconds later, the pile on top of her head slides off completely, dropping down to her dress.]
Oh, you think you're so funny. [She's laughing, trying her best to sound put out by his retaliation.]
Do that again, and you'll be sorry!
[She's already scurrying off into the snow like a laughing gremlin to gather up another handful.]
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getting a straight hit right on her head doesn't count as damage in this case, not when he earns that surprised reaction, watching her gasp as the bits of snow trail down onto her nose.
in a state of his own surprise, mostly in the humor of the sight, he laughs, an unfiltered but light ha! leaving his mouth in a way that rarely happens, bringing up the back of his hand against his mouth to try to stifle it. ]
Got a real kick for threats there, Oswald. Trembling in my boots over here.
[ as he watches her get to gathering more snow, he does a quick step behind the nearest tree before he settles his hand to the ground to tighten a bit more of his own. ]
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She tries to use her lack of height to her advantage, dropping down to her knees to roll a ball of snow into her hand. It's a little difficult to do one handed, but she's not a quitter when there's bragging rights involved. ]
Oh, like you're that threatening?
[She calls out as a retort, sending her snowball flying. It hits the tree he's behind and she has no problem huffing out a frustrated fuck before ducking down to ball up more snow.]
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it's a real shame that clara leaves herself so open. ]
Don't need to be. I just go straight for the attack.
[ like turning his heel out from behind the tree so he can give another hefty swing of his arm to toss an even tighter ball, but still rather soft and wet as he aims for her face again. ]
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She's almost dazed by it for a moment after, a slight chill from the cold making her shiver from head to toe. The look on her face after that speaks volumes to the fact that she is tiny and enraged and looking for revenge.
About two seconds later, she gives up throwing snowballs to charge at him full speed. Yeah, she's fully intending on just leaping on him in an attempt to knock him down into the snow.]
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as soon as he gets another hit in, he smirks at the victory when he sees she's just trying to blow and wipe snow off her face. he won't purposely try to get her again while he's dazed but he is at least going to prep himself another ball in case of her counter-defense.
what he doesn't expect is that her defense is to charge right at him, his brow squinting in surprise that she'd even attempt it. when she closes in and jumps at his body, his arm is ready to wrap around her to keep her from suddenly falling at her reckless attack, considering he's typically well sturdy to bear it —
but what he doesn't take into account in the moment is the slippery ground beneath him with the snow, her sudden charge at him making his feet shift, the bottom of his boots getting trapped on a patch of ice. he stumbles back suddenly, his arm around her gripping tight as he falls backwards, slamming against the snow on his back with a sharp — ] — ah, fuck!
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It's when his arm is around her and they're both falling that she realizes this was a very bad idea. She gasps in alarm, pressing her hand against his shoulder. The second he hits the ground it feels like the wind is knocked out of her. He's softened the blow, but it takes a few seconds to recover. When she does, she lifts her head to look down at him, very quietly and carefully studying his face to try and figure out if this is a laughing sort of thing or if she should apologize.]
Is your head alright?
[That's the most important thing. Making sure her recklessness hasn't hurt him any.]
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squinting an eye open, he sees her hovering above him, looking him and so he closes his eyes again, head dropping back against the snow. ]
Pretty sure I got a concussion. [ he squints an eye open again, humming as he mimics the act of trying very hard to focus on her. ] Yup, I'm seeing about ... ten Claras. Fucking terrifying.
[ he's fine and, yes, still an asshole, lips quirking into a playful smirk. ]
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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.]
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somehow he can already tell the mischief in her voice, in the suggestion of that poor baby, and for a moment, he's tempted to kiss her anyway, before she can follow through —
but she's quick, freezing cold snow smashed into his face, an instant chill racing over his cheeks. laying down like he is, rather than sliding off his skin, the pieces linger as he groans through his laughter. ]
Oh, yeah, you — you took care of that real nice. Fuck. [ not that he's inclined to accept her victory, especially as he brings his hand up to the back of her neck, holding her where she is so he can lean up and rub his chilled, snow-coated cheeks against hers in retaliation. ]
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She's broken down in a fit of giggles after that, which makes giving a quick peck to his lips almost impossible. She bumps their noses together on her first two attempts, but manages to land a kiss on the third.]
You're so desperate to get in the last word!
[It's dramatic and accusatory, but still said through laughter. ]
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eventually, he reels back, catching his own breath as his cheeks are reddened, damped on their surface and he just peers up at her with a satisfied grin of victory, humming his own laugh when she kisses him. ]
No, I'm just very good at winning.
[ though, considering he's on his back, it's hard to say that it's a full win. but with the content look on his face, palms finally smoothing over her back in a lazier up-and-down pattern, he hardly seems to mind. ]
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Yeah, well... [She tries to find something to grumble about or threaten there, but she lets him have this victory. There's another kiss before she moves to sit up, rolling off of him and into the snow. She huffs as she moves to get up, and offers him a hand in getting up to his feet.]
You're lucky I'm good at losing every once in a while.
[That's a lie. She's a terrible loser.]
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Really? No whining or — pouting or anything like that?
[ he's very much teasing, a bit of a subtle smile on his face as he stands in front of her, fingers coming up to her cheeks so he can wipes them down a bit better, bringing up the end of his sleeve so he can wipe the wet spots and help to warm her back up. ]
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[She sounds oh so offended as she says it, though she's wise enough to not bother denying the pouting. But he's obviously teasing, and so he's quick to put a smile on her face as he wipes at her cheeks. She nuzzles her cheek up against his sleeve and hand with a laugh (strictly to get warmer, of course).]
I may need you to be a bit more hands on to warm me up completely.
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[ he'll indulge her on that, even if he's helplessly smirking about her insistence, especially since he hardly minds that she does occasionally get defensive and pouty. it's incredibly endearing, and even a definitive cute look on her.
but she's cute like this too, nuzzling in against his warming hands that he can resist giving a playful and light pinch to her skin. ]
Well, I could. But someone decided on a little gal pal night. [ he leans down then, bringing his mouth in to press a kiss behind her ear before brushing his lips against her lobe. ] Unless you got time for a little quick warming.
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I could go for a quick warming.
[She pauses then, leaning back to give him a look.]
You don't mean right here, do you?
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[ in response to her look, he gives one of his own, squinted eyes silently suggesting and "of course not", even if the look does momentarily stray away to peer past her like he might actually consider the idea of sneaking around behind a tree and —
no, he can be sensible. ]
But I can walk you back to your room and take good care of you to make sure you're warmed up.