fifteen treasures {snowball fight!} [VOICE]

[justahunter]

Hey, Fuuka! You're still in the hospital, right? I got you-- heh, hold on a sec.

[There's a soft thump -- Fuuma dropping the communicator in the snow -- and some soft crunching sounds. There's the rustle of fabric, a far off splatter, and some indistinct shouting. Much closer to the communicator is the sound of Fuuma laughing, and a moment later

Comments

[pissedkitty]

[TOTALLY DIDN'T HEAR THIS and is going to stop by Marshall at the risk of getting within claw range to Sei]

[pissedkitty]

You'd deserve it.

[justahunter]

Heheh. You're a jerk.

[So much of one you're getting snow stuffed down the back of your shirt for that comment.]

[pissedkitty]

[NOW WHO'S THE JERK]

[sakgsd fine you know what, brb getting snow in your hair]

[justahunter]

[adfhkljasdf punk!]

[But Fuuma doesn't seem to mind in the slightest. In fact, that has him laughing and doing his level best to return the favor.]

[pissedkitty]

[And after a while of burying his hair in snow, Kamui's just going to let out a sigh and slump onto Fuuma.]

[justahunter]

[Fuuma laughs a little at that, and then gives Kamui's hair a ruffle.]

[pissedkitty]

[...ffffff]

You're soaking wet.

[justahunter]

You aren't any better, you know.

[pissedkitty]

...

[And Kamui gets up and offers a hand to Fuuma.]

Come on.

[justahunter]

[And Fuuma accepts the help. He attempts to brush himself off but, obviously, half of the snow has melted.]

Where are we heading?

[pissedkitty]

To Horton.

[Where are we ever heading when I make you go somewhere?]

[justahunter]

[Fuuma grins at that.] What's in Horton?

[pissedkitty]

Towels. Warm clothes.

A tiny bit of that chocolate powder stuff. [>_>]

1/3

[justahunter]

Heh. You've got clothes that'll--

[justahunter]

[hey wait]