Yogsmas - Yogscast (COMPLETED)

Day Twelve - "you ruined your manhood for me that's so sweet"

On the twelfth day of Christmas, the Yogscast gave to me,

A Faceful Of Freezing Cold Sjin - Paul Skyes(Sjin), Duncan Jones(Lividcoffee), Lewis Brindley(Xephos)

You had definitely woken up to early today, and it was one of those times where even the weather would usually agree with you, being cold and bitter and grumpy and sneering down at you as you huddle up in your seemingly useless coat. But today, you were more then glad you had woken up before the rest of the world had, because today, the world was covered with a glowing white blanket of snow.

Not so thick so that your feet disappeared beneath it - which you had to admit was a little disappointing - but thick enough for the snowball that slammed into the back of you, the cold sinking through you and down your back as it did so, the second you arrived round the corner at Yogtowers.

"Oh, uh, hi Alice," said Sjin as you turned around, calling you by your rarely used real-name rather then your over-used nickname, a playful glare on your features as you noticed him, wrapped up in several unnessaccary layers with his classic beanie, "sorry, I was aiming for Duncan. Actually, Lewis as well, they've ganged up on me."

"Want an extra team-mate?" you offered, bending down to scoop up a handful of snow into your gloved hands. He gave you a grateful grin, joining you in gathering another several balls of snow.

"Yeah."

A snowball whipped through the air and slammed right against his face, freezing him right through. He let out a whimpering shiver as he shook the cold white from his features, "that was for hitting me. Now let's trash team Le Dunc!" you cried out, grabbing up more snowballs as you did and the shocked look of your newly acquainted team mate soon disappeared from sight as was replaced by a determined one. You crouched down beside him, hiding cowardly behind what you guessed was his own car, and notice that he had a strong building pile of pre-made snowballs at his service. The one in your hands seemed measley and pathetic and yet you patted it down until it was firm enough to leave perhaps a light bruise and nodded to yourself.

"Right. They're hiding behind Lewis' car and every so often pop up but haven't ambushed for at least 10 minutes so I've been building a little nest for myself," he rambled, filling you in as though you were two agents on a mission rather then two friends in a snowball fight, "but I was thinking, we could run in and attack them, snowball in either hand and double team them, considering they shouldn't know your here yet."

You raised an eyebrow at this, "surely they heard my untimely entrance?"

Sjin bit down on his cold, chapped lips but said nothing for a while, continuing to harden the ball of snow that was in his hands, "you go for Lewis, I'll go for Duncan?"

"What? Why do I get Lewis?" you protested, nudging him with your shoulder so he fell back in the snow.

"Because, Duncan's a taller target and despite none of us guys wanted to admit it, your a better shot then all of us. You'd hit Lewis easily." Sjin waved his hand dramatically as he said this, a blush of embarrassment forming on his cheeks - if you hadn't guessed already Sjin was a very easy to read person.

"Aww Paul," you cooed, squeezing his cheek as though he was 5 and not almost 30, "you ruined your manhood for me, you're so sweet." He scolded and swatted your hands away before shushing you suddenly and crouching down smaller then before.

That was when you heard it, the familiar crunch of boot against snow and you could only guess that team Le Dunc were one step ahead of you both. You closed your eyes, dropping your now practically tennis-ball tough snowball between the two of yours hands in a swapping motion as though you were pretending you could juggle. Duncan was approaching, something about his bumbling footsteps and the heaviness of the crunch told you that, Lewis was a lot lighter on his feet then he tended to let on, but you guessed something about all those stupid games of hide and seek where he would always be forced into being the seeker whilst you and Simon hid somewhere together like idiots gave you an idea of what someone's feet sounded like. No doubt Duncan was ready for an ambush, ready to jump on a scare Sjin, but he probably wasn't expecting you to suddenly pop up from behind the car loaded with snowy ammo and bull's-eye him right in the face with the slightly softer one of the two in your hands.

He staggered back with fake drama, crying out, "Lewis! I've been hit! Avenge me!"

Lewis was too busy snorting with laughter at your victory dance to be paying attention until Sjin threw too snowballs at him from behind where he had snuck round the edge of the car park as team Le Dunc closed in on your original position, "oh, no fair."

"Oh boo hoo Lewis Brindley, since when did fairness effect you," you teased, giving Duncan a hand, from where he was attempting to make snow-angels on the ground, and pulling him up to his feet. Lewis shook the coldness off him and while you were too busy laughing at him you felt a snowball to your back. You gasped in surprise, twisting round to see a sheepish yet excitable looking Sjin who was aiming with another one.

"For hitting me earlier. Your now on a team of your own, bitch," he joked, throwing another one but this time missing as you ducked out the way.

"Oh," you laughed in a menacing way, "it is on." You dived down behind Sjin's car yet again, gathering up several of the snowball pile he had left and pelting them at his cowardly running direction, one hit him square on the back, one just by his feet and the other the back of his neck. Another snowball hit the side of his car beside you with a clunk as you noticed Lewis aiming a second one. Guess they really weren't joking when they said you were on a team of your own. You ducked down just in time as the second one hit the window of your car, but you supposed nothing would of helped you avoid what happened next. Duncan suddenly grabbed you by the ankles, dragging you gently through the snow away from the so-called safety of your car as you let out a huff of annoyance, not even bothering to fight the gentle-giant that was named Duncan Jones.

Lewis chuckled as he saw and came running up the both of you, "does this seem fair Py?" he teased, laughing hard as you stuck a middle finger up at him.

"If you shove your balls in my face, I swear," you growled, glaring playfully at both Sjin and Lewis who were fiddling with the snowballs in their hands while Duncan held your arms back so you could get away.

Sjin giggled at this, "thought you would have enjoyed having balls in your face."

"After all," Duncan joined, "no-one else is gonna do it."

You let out a gasp of mock insultment at his wording and then stomped hard on his foot, stumbling away from him and into Lewis and Sjin, somehow knocking them both down onto the floor in the process. You lay, all four of you, content against the snowy ground with laughter streaming out of you all at your carried away competitiveness. Half-way through, you reached down, your hands finding Lewis and Sjin's and they both glanced at you with smiles.

"You guys are the best, you know that?" you sighed happily. Lewis nodded charmingly, whilst Duncan winked at Sjin mischievously. Just as you were about to question it his other hand swung round with a handful of snow scooped up in it and it was all mushed straight into your now numbed face. A faceful of freezing cold Sjin.

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I literally just realised that this is the first day - other then the TTT one - with Duncan and Sjin in, how did I miss them out before? Whattttt?

Also, it may not of actually snowed enough for a snowball fight today but still, I love snow and if it wasn't going to snow IRL then it's going to snow IFL (like, In Fiction Life, like, just made that up, like, I'm awesome, like, stop me now.)

Man, seriously, I love Sjin and Duncan banter, their girlfriends are extremely lucky gals.

- A xxx