❝ —- ‘M gonna get you for this, Lyon!! ❞

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ A BOISTEROUS SHOUT erupts from the young one’s tiny lungs, furiously lashing out a vengeful sentence as trails of frigid water cleaves his small visage. The icy incursion was unforeseen, and Gray honestly has half the mind to recycle the cubes that still remains in his menacing grasp to stifle Lyon with a taste of his own medicine.

    Bending to scoop up a few of the frozen artillery, he finally straightens. Obsidian hues glint with a spark of mischief, Gray then clambers forward in an attempt to vigorously LUNGE the cubes back at Lyon. However, he is betrayed by the carnage of his own weapon ; the floor has since become remarkably slick from the smattering of thawed ice. Smug oculars soon dilate in ALARM the moment Gray loses his tiny footing, and just when he thinks that the ground will devour his face– Ur catches both him and Lyon by their collars &&. hurls them out into the snow.

    THEY ARE NO MORE than paper-skin &&. rabbit-bones, with thin fabric of t-shirts stretching over their quivering physiques. Gray could easily feel the COLD licks at his face and seeps under his knuckles, dispersing across his prodding joints like the lacy tide on a frigid winter beach. 

    Yet with purple lips tinged with BLUE –-&. gently chattering teeth, he cracks a smile.

         ❝ Forget ice, snowball fight! ❞  the boy yells, and in that instant Gray knows he possesses a whole stack ready to pelt Lyon with. In seconds of the forewarning, the air is thick with snowballs so COMPACTED that the array of them feels solid &&. icy. Several from the freshly fallen flakes immediately ruptures upon impact, deluging them with crystalline fragments that glint in the wintry light.

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( ———— & The two of  them  finishes their
                     day with an involuntary sneeze. )