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[stelecharm]

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[stelecharm]

Nah, a snow version of you would be cold and wet, which isn't what I'm really into.

[ He leans against the trunk of the nearest tree, looks at what they've got to work with. ] That's a lot of white.

[steleheart]

So you'd rather I'm warm and dry? [ Wait. ] That sounds weird.

[stelecharm]

It's an improvement to the thought that crossed my mind. [ Which is warm and wet, but even he's not going there right now, he's not that mean. ]

[steleheart]

[ Tucking her hair behind her ears. ]

I'm not even going to ask, Lightwood. Now come on, snow. [ Bouncing out a little. ]

[stelecharm]

If you insist, Fray.

[ Following her, he scoops up a hefty amount, packs it together to make a hard ball, and throws it against a tree with a fair amount of force. ]

[steleheart]

Show off.

[ She grins at him, perfectly happy to watch him. ] That's not the point of snow and you know it.

[stelecharm]

Are you actually telling me a snowball fight wouldn't be a great idea right now if we could only get the people together?

[ It seems like the best thing to do with it to him. But he promises snowmen. ] Oh, fine, all right, come on. Where are we lining them up?

[steleheart]

You have an unfair advantage.

[ She grins as she moves off to the middle of the field and sinks to her knees, letting the wet soak into her jeans because she doesn't care. She just starts packing the snow up, trying to get enough that she can start rolling. ]

[stelecharm]

Only one?

[ He follows, lagging behind, and he watches with a smile plastered on his face as she eagerly digs in before he actually drops down beside her and joins in, starting on a ball for the head and purposefully taking his time so he doesn't finish before her. She's worth being wet and cold for. ]