"How upset would you be if I tossed ya into a snowbank-" <- she's going to do it either way
she considers the options seriously for a moment, her features overtaken with a considering expression. eyebrows raised, rosy lips pouting slightly before she concludes, out loud and painfully earnest, “well, people say it feels good when they are manhandled so there is that.”
after only half a heartbeat a second thought comes to mind, “wait —” sayén is perfectly motionless for split of a second, as if she is mentally trying connect the dots but coming up empty before she asks. “what is a snow bank? people keep snow in their vaults alongside their gold?”
















