three ✻ red food dye number forty

[chairplay]

Characters: chairplay & y'all victims
Location: The park
Time: Afternoon
Style: First
Status: Open!

[So in the middle of the park today, there is a zombie apocalypse. Blood and carnage everywhere! Terrible, isn't it

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[gotapoint]

[How is it snowing? Why is there a snowpocalypse? ... how is it snowing?!]

[diending]

[In another couple of seconds, Vatheon's microclimate is going to be the least of her worries, because someone is throwing a snowball at her back.

I bet she'll never guess who it is.]

[gotapoint]

[She shrieks because that is cold and whips around to look at whoever it is that has a death wish.]

Daiki-san!

[diending]

[Daiki laughs, because that is more of an honest emotional reaction than he has seen from her in too long.]

It's snow, Natsumelon, not deadly poison. [He's already packing another snowball in his bare hands, smirking broadly.] What, afraid to get a little cold?

[gotapoint]

It still startled the hell out of me!

How can I be afraid to get cold? The whole place is cold!

[diending]

[He whips the second snowball at her with deadly accuracy, hitting her square in the chest in a puff of cold powder. He immediately scoops up another handful and packs it lazily, his voice mild.]

Well, you're going to be cold and soaked, then.

[gotapoint]

[There is a frustrated noise while she claws at the bits of snow to keep them out of her shirt -- if she'd known it had snowed she would have put on a thicker jacket.

But if he's going to start nonsense, fine -- she reaches down and scoops up her own sizeable ball of snow, packing it tight and hurling it right for his face.]

[diending]

[He ducks easily, his grin broadening, and throws his snowball right at her throat for maximum skin impact and dripping-down-shirt potential, and is already packing another one as it hits.]

[gotapoint]

[Oh, forget that -- she ducks away to try to find something to hide behind, scooping up more snow to throw as she runs.]

You're really asking for it, you know that?!

[diending]

Always.

[He takes careful aim, and the next snowball hits the exposed skin between the hem of her skirt and the top of her stocking.]

It's not my fault you're such an easy target.

[gotapoint]

[She yelps and fires back, aiming for his chest with a tightly-packed ball, ducking behind a bench for a little cover.]

I am not an easy target, you're just a horrible opportunistic jerk!

[diending]

[Daiki laughs again, not bothering to dodge that one and advancing on her slowly.]

Are you sure those are the kind of accusations you want to be tossing around at people who have better aim than you?

[He packs a particularly large and loose snowball and tosses it hard at the bench so it explodes through the slats, showering her with white powder.]

[gotapoint]

[She shoves what she can off before it falls down her shirt, moving over to the side of the bench a little and throwing one of her own.]

I think I can probably take you, Kaitou Daiki.

[diending]

[He bats the snowball out of the air and shakes his hand clean, his eyes flashing with sharp, amused interest.]

Really! Well. You're welcome to try.

[He continues to walk forward steadily, scooping up three snowballs in quick succession and hitting her in the throat and chest again, his cheeks and fingers flushed with cold.]

[gotapoint]

You asked for it!

[She darts out from around the bench and towards him, slipping only a little, wrapping an arm around his middle and yanking him straight down into the nearest pile of snow.]

[diending]

[Okay, that he was not expecting.

[He goes down with an incredibly manly yelp and rolls, grabbing fistfuls of snow and shoving them at her as he struggles not to let any seep down his own collar, shaking already-melting patches of it out of his face.]