[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?

Comments

[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]