Who: OPEN LOG.
What: Snowball fight!
Where: On campus.
When: January 3rd; late afternoon.
Warnings: VIOLENCE AND GORE.
The noisy crunch of snow beneath his feet even sounded better when Gold was bundled up in his new winter wear. The tip of his nose stayed cold and pink, but he periodically would reach up to rub it with his gloved hand.
In the distance, Gold was able to make out a teeny figure, rolling over-sized snowballs together. He took in the rest of the scene, finally noticing the small collection of sassy-looking
snowmen surrounding the area. (Could a snowman look sassy...?) He'd been promising himself a snowball fight since before Christmas. Now was his chance, he thought.
Gold reached down, taking a small clump of snow. He pressed it between his palms, reached back and launched the snowball at the innocent snowman-maker.