『Wιитєя Mємoяу』

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"Oh, my God! Look! It's snowing!" [Name] grins excitedly. "C'mon, R!"

"... Snow?" The blond beside her looks puzzled. "Is that what this is called? This is why you decided to visit?"

She stares at him before smiling again. "You're so weird, sometimes!" She nudges him playfully. "But that's another reason why you're probably my best friend."

He looks at her with a raised eyebrow. "Really, [Name]? Probably?"

She nods her head, mirth in her eyes. "Get ready! It's cold, so dress warmly! We're going out!" she cheers gleefully.

The male sighs, "Okay, okay. Give me five minutes." He goes back to his room, shutting the door and [Name] hums as she waits.

When he comes out in a jacket over his usual attire with boots, she frowns. "Should I have brought a jacket?" Really, she was in a baggy sweatshirt, jeans, and boots along with gloves and a scarf. "Too late for that! Put on some gloves, R, and a scarf. Don't want ya freezing to death!" She flashes him a grin before dashing outside. "Hurry!"

"Where's everyone else? Olette, Pence, Hayner?" he questions, tilting his head slightly.

[Name] waves off the question. "We're going to meet up with them after lunch at the usual spot." She twiddles with her thumbs and laughs sheepishly. "I came here because it was snowing and I had no one to play with."

"You're such a child sometimes," he says.

Her [color] eyes are filled with amusement as she hits him square in the face with a snowball. Soon she is doubled over, laughing as he sputters indignantly.

"[Name]..." He glares at her before balling up some snow and tossing it in her direction. It hits her right arm and her laughter stops.

"Oh, it is so on!" the [color]-haired girl shouts.

And so the snowball fight begins. Snowballs flying rapidly, a lot of running, and some tackles.

[Name] lies down in the snow, moving her arms and legs to form a snow angel. The blue-eyed boy copies her a bit curiously. When they're done, they stand and study their work.

She laughs silently, smiling widely at him. "I'm going to go home now for lunch. I'll see you later, yeah?" She sneezes and blinks owlishly. "Damn. Am I really that cold?" She grabs his hands and scowls. "How are you not cold, R? What the hell? That's not fair. You're so warm. Jeez." She sneezes again and he smiles lightly.

"You sneeze like a kitten," he coos teasingly and she hits him sofly. "You really are cold. What, are you made out of snow now?" He sighs, pretending to be annoyed. "I guess it can't be helped. Here."

[Name] blinks at him and then at the article of clothing he is holding out to her. "Eh?"

"Take it. You're shivering. You can give it back some other time." He shrugs. "Your house is farther away."

She smirks at him as she takes his jacket and puts it on. "How gentlemanly of you, R."

"Go home already."

"Will do!" She salutes him before dashing off. "Bye bye! See you!"

(_')

[Name] stares blankly into her closet.

There it is. The jacket.

She thinks for a split second and then makes her decision.

Without another thought, she takes it, makes her way out of her house and to their usual spot.

And she puts it on.

(=゚ω゚)

Word Count: 570 Words

Notes: Merry [Belated] Christmas!

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