Needless to say, he regretted tossing that ball of ice the moment it left his palm. Alas, it was far too late by the rate it flew across the area and hit its target. As he watched the other fall to the ground, a concerned expression made itself knowing across Sebastian’s features as he feared the ice ball might have been too harmful. Being unaware of his own strength at times was nothing new, but that only ever became a concern when he would merely aim to harm — not kill. To the foolish, it could easily be assumed that a snowball could not be harmful, however, snow turned to ice most certainly could. Especially if tossed by a demon with exceptional strength, and if said ball was aimed at one’s head. Sebastian had known what he was doing when he fired it off.
The concern did only last for so long as he’d witness the far-too familiar figure roll over and scoop up more ammunition in his own arms, seemingly hopefully unscathed by Sebastian’s own attack. Cloud was obviously not the person Sebastian thought he mere seconds ago was ready tear apart limb by limb, and despite how eager the blonde was to continue this freshly started war of snow, the demon’s mood had been slightly jolted.
Annoyance and anger surfaced as he instinctively dodged and avoided an incoming ball. Of course it was not Cloud’s fault, and in reality Sebastian should actually be thrilled to find out that the other was not fast asleep and now indulging him with his company. And yet, he could not bring himself to do it. Before having a moment to properly address the other, another few pieces of frozen ammunition came flying in his direction. With ease, he’d casually avoid the incoming attacks by merely moving a few inches to the sides. How on Earth Cloud had the energy to engage in this childish activity at this late hour was beyond the demon, although he supposed he should be pleased to see that his own initial attack had been taken as an invitation to play, and not… an attack on Cloud’s person, to put it mildly.
Still, it did not change the fact that his mood had been changed, and he ( for once ) was not particularly eager to continue this game. Without making so much as an attempt to fire back, Sebastian took the opportunity to swiftly slip away from the light underneath the lamp post the next time Cloud would focus his vision elsewhere. Swiftly moving through the darker shadows of the street, he’d quickly enough find himself standing closely behind the blonde’s back — reaching out to take a firm grip of the other’s wrist to stop him from throw the next ball of snow. And with a stern and determined voice filling the air between them, Sebastian spoke as the grip of Cloud’s wrist held the other in place. “ Enough. ”
He cursed under his breath as Seb effortlessly dodged each of his throws, the man much faster than he’d anticipated. He didn’t allow that to slow his attacks, continuing until the other stepped out from beneath the ambient light. Even with his sharp vision, Cloud quickly lost sight of the other, once more looking surprised at the spot where the man seemingly melted into the night.
Mako blue eyes scanned the immediate area, trying to quickly locate him as he held a snowball in his hand at the ready for the slightest of movements. It came in the form of a hand wrapped around his wrist, the sudden touch making him jolt and lean forward as if to pull away. The grip though impeded him, Cloud only succeeding in turning around to see the other. His heart beat heavy in his chest, a mix of surprise and excitement keeping adrenaline pumping through his veins.
The playfulness of the atmosphere though, was gone, the other’s tone and posture opposite the mischief from just moments ago. It’s enough to make the subtle smile on Cloud’s lips drop, his expression defaulting into a carefully aloof one once more. His body relaxed as well, the collection of snow in both his arm and the captive hand dropping to the ground. His gloved fingers spread as he showed both to Seb before giving a tug against the stern grasp, wanting to be released.
Had he misread the situation? Seb had clearly thrown a snowball at him in return. Sure, he’d initiated it, but with the returned fire, he’d assumed it was invitation for the snowball fight to continue. “...Not your thing?,” he finally asked, feeling that the situation had now gotten awkward with the shift in the atmosphere.
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