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send a “⚪” to throw a snowball at my muse
let's go to a snow planet, someone had said. it'll be fun, someone else had said. yet, jan had always hated snow and the cold with the burning passion of a thousand suns-- not that anyone else could possibly figure that out by how she usually refused to go outside when it was cold unless she absolutely had to. so when she actually did step outside and found herself immediately pelted with a ton of snowballs by aussyn...she wasn't entirely surprised, and only seemed to shut her eyes before a small smile formed on her lips as she shook her head to rid herself of the snow covering her head, face, and shoulders as she opened her eyes seconds later. "-----i swear to god, aus', you're going down." // @iamadelight
