[IAL - snow.]

[unknownrival]

[Ah, Fuyuki winters. Not particularly severe, but definitely long. At the time it wasn't presently snowing, but there had been a significant buildup overnight.

Issei pulled on his gloves, the last of his winter ensemble, and tugged on Lancer's sleeve.]

I'm going out to enjoy the snow. Would you like to come with me?

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[unknownrival]

[Nope. Lancer was wearing a coat and that was final.

Happily, Issei led Lancer out the back to the woods where snow softened all their steps.]

Hm, I wonder if there's a patch of land that's clear enough to make snow angels...? There should be, at least.

[croibhristeoir]

Snow angels?

[He gave Issei a curious look, stepping closer and lightly taking his hand.]

[unknownrival]

[Issei led them to a place that was mostly clear of trees.]

Snow angels. See?

[With a grin, he laid down and started making on in the snow. No one was too old for this.]

[croibhristeoir]

[Well whaddya know, that was a thing.]

Like this?

[Wheeeeee snow angels.]

[unknownrival]

Exactly. You learn quickly.

[Wheeeeee.]

[croibhristeoir]

I do the best that I can.

[unknownrival]

Yours is excellent.

[Issei gets up and starts gathering a small ball of snow into his hands.]

[croibhristeoir]

Hm? What're you doing now?

[Brushing some snow out of his hair and looking curious.]

[unknownrival]

Nothing important.

[Packing it in nicely there...]

[croibhristeoir]

[Staaaaaaaare.]

[unknownrival]

[Pack pack pack.

...look away, damn you.]

[croibhristeoir]

[Blink blink.]

[unknownrival]

[Okay, fine.

Time to ATTACK WITH SNOWBALL.]

[croibhristeoir]

[WHAP.]

[Have one Lancer flat on his back after being snowball'd to the face.]

--?!

[unknownrival]

[Victory.]

[croibhristeoir]

Ryudo-dono, what on earth was that for?!

[unknownrival]

[No, he's actually humming the fanfare now.]

[croibhristeoir]

[WHAT IS GOING ON]

[unknownrival]

It was just for fun.

[croibhristeoir]

You hit me with snow.

[unknownrival]

Yes.

[croibhristeoir]

I don't think I understand why.

[unknownrival]

Healthy competition.

[croibhristeoir]

[So clueless.]

[unknownrival]

You could throw one back.

[croibhristeoir]

But I don't want to hit you.

[unknownrival]

I hit you, didn't I?

[croibhristeoir]

Yes, and honestly I am still a little unclear as to why.

[unknownrival]

I was hoping you would throw one back and we could play-fight.

[croibhristeoir]

...Oh. Well, if that's what you want...

[SUDDENLY A-RANK AGILITY SNOWBALL]

[unknownrival]

[Wow, that was fast. Ow.

Issei skids backwards a little, and has to take some time to make another one. But when he does, watch out.]

[croibhristeoir]

[DOOF, snowball to the face.]

[COME AT ME BRO]

[unknownrival]

[SNOWBALL FIGHT HIJINX]

[croibhristeoir]

[ALL THE HIJINKS]