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[evil_koala_626]

As far as structures go, the newest addition to the Milliways grounds is not particularly impressive. Snow is hardly the most durable of building materials.  For another it falls short of  three feet in height; a crude horseshoe shaped mound a few yards off the path leading down to the gardens. The nondescript image is somewhat marred by the flag

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[thursdays_angel]

Castiel is the curious sort. But his curiosity is, at this moment, focused on the crude fort's standard.

It is highly probable that he has no idea what he is walking into.

[evil_koala_626]

It's almost too easy. And that would probably stop most people from launching a snowball at Castiel's unsuspecting face. Sadly, Castiel may have to settle for the fact that there are no pine cones in it. Stitch is considerate that way.

[thursdays_angel]

Being hit in the face with a ball of snow?

First off, it is cold.

Secondly, it is wet.

Thirdly, it is fairly startling.

Castiel falls back a step, snow sliding off his face. He reaches up to wipe the rest away. (A little bit may be discretely spit out.)

Now, Castiel can spot movement behind the fort. He raises his voice.

"I do not approach with ill intent," he calls.

If he had, there would be little but vapor left of the snow fort.

[evil_koala_626]

The only reply forthcoming is a roar of maniacal laughter. Somone apparently finds this all very amusing.