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“A winter festival, huh?”
Yuri muses to himself out loud, walking aimlessly through the now darkened city. It’s a weird thing for sure, this festival and the city for sure, but he’s learned to deal with it. Still doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what to do with this exactly. There wasn’t really anything like it when he was growing up in the Lower Quarter, or at least he doesn’t really remember it.
What he did know however, was that it was cold like really cold. He’s dealt with the cold before, fought in it no problem! Still doesn’t mean that he has to like it. The season does have it charms, he has to admit, despite the weather being well...how it is.
Though seeing all the snow on the ground brings back some rather fond memories, when he was younger. The kids he grew up with loved playing in the snow, he did as well, doing whatever they could. Snow angels, snowman, riding down the hills, and...
“Wha-hgh!”
Snow ball fights as well. And he seems to have been caught in the crossfire of one, looking from where he got hit, only to see someone younger than him trying to look rather innocent. Oh, he wasn’t gonna let this slide at all, no!
“Oh that’s it! It’s on now!”
And just like that he’s gather up a snow ball himself, throwing it at the person he saw before. This meant war after all!
