SNOWBALL FIGHTS WERE, TRUTH BE TOLD, more lackluster than actual explosions, she would admit. yet they still had their sense of charm, something playful without the risk of it all, meant more for silly warfare than true life or death situations. and even more so, it made perfect ammo for breaking the ice when a familiar face is within view, much like an old comrade who had the misfortune of being spotted by the chaotic sarkaz. no way was the other going to merely pass up this opportunity, either, aiming with precision and biding her time.
snow launches itself swiftly, accurately calculated... were it not for the instinct with which the shadows were so imbued, especially in the beautiful care that was ines. so, of course her chilly bullet misses, leaving her more to delight in what expression flits across the caprinae's face before erupting into a fit of laughter.
❝ Haha! You should've seen your face. Hey, hey. Should I start calling you snowball head as a callback to the old days? And it's not like there was a bomb in it. ❞ truly, nobody could be more playfully insufferable than w... ❝ Actually, do you think you could fit one in there without anyone knowing? ❞
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