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[a_ccidentalism]

[on the first level, a portal opens in the Courtyard of the Business District, vanishing as soon as Axel walks out of it. The sudden swirl of darkness does get a bit of a reaction from a crowd milling around the shops, mainly in the form of voices raised in curiosity. But for once, Axel isn't looking to make a dramatic entrance - there's a hint of

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[timeforjam]

[Lies in wait and when he reaches the exactly right spot... throws a snowball? 8D?]

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[a_ccidentalism]

[as his attention is more on assessing the place for anywhere Roxas might consider worth getting out to (since in his experience Roxae have an extremely narrow range of interests) than looking out for anything thrown at him...

SPLAT goes the snowball on his coat, causing him to stop in his tracks.]

[a_ccidentalism]

[...oh. Hai thar, Ed.]

Am I really that special you picked me for target practice out of all these people?

[timeforjam]

[Hai thar. Steps out from hiding place with an innocent grin on her face. Who, me? And. No, you don't see that second snowball she's hiding behind her back, really you don't. >:3]

But Ed's been throwing snowballs at people all day.

[a_ccidentalism]

[of course not, but he does know that kind of grin when he sees one!]

And you're not cold?

[timeforjam]

[She's trying VERY HARD not to think about it. So the answer is YES, but she's getting by for now in a trenchcoat that she snagged from somewhere that is obviously far too big for her.]

Uh. Not really.