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[The thick silence in the Neutral Zone is pierced by the laughter of a certain zanpakutou. Following the laughter are two blue blurs and large flurries of snow as the two throw snowballs and knock them out of the air one after the other. The two have been at this energetic rush that they call a game for a long while now but they don't seem to be stopping soon- even if they are without coats, soaked from the melted snow and shivering horribly when ever they do pause for a breath.]
Don't hide, it's not fair.
But you hide when it's my turn!
[If anyone is to interrupt their play be sure you are good at dodging and are dressed rather warm. They are attacking anyone they can with their small, but many, snowballs.]
Don't hide, it's not fair.
But you hide when it's my turn!
[If anyone is to interrupt their play be sure you are good at dodging and are dressed rather warm. They are attacking anyone they can with their small, but many, snowballs.]