As far as snowball fights go, it had been one that can only be described as epic. Snow had been flung, loving relationships had temporarily been set aside to conduct frosty warfare, pokemon had joined in -- frankly, no words can ever truly capture everything that had happened, which is why we are not even going to attempt!
Instead, we skip to the aftermath.
After what feels like half an hour of stamping, shaking and wriggling at the B&B's door to get all the snow off them, Armin and Angel finally make it to their room. Their outwear has been abandoned by the door, with a promise by the inn's keeper to put their hats, scarves and gloves by the fire so they can dry. Thankfully, the clothes they had been wearing underneath had (mostly) managed to stay dry, but now that the intense battle is over, Armin is starting to notice just how cold he is.
"I think I forgot just how cold snow gets."
They don't get much of it on the Islands after all.
Thankfully there is a small fireplace in their room -- or rather, there is something that looks like a fireplace, wooden blocks and all, but which had instead turned out to be faked and warmed by electricity which had fascinated Armin endlessly. Right now though, the only thing he is interested in is defrosting his fingers ASAP.
Holding his hands close to the heat with a grateful sigh, Armin rubs his sock-clad feet together for a moment, before glancing at Angel over his shoulder.
Feb 14 -- (warning for mature/sexual content)
Instead, we skip to the aftermath.
After what feels like half an hour of stamping, shaking and wriggling at the B&B's door to get all the snow off them, Armin and Angel finally make it to their room. Their outwear has been abandoned by the door, with a promise by the inn's keeper to put their hats, scarves and gloves by the fire so they can dry. Thankfully, the clothes they had been wearing underneath had (mostly) managed to stay dry, but now that the intense battle is over, Armin is starting to notice just how cold he is.
"I think I forgot just how cold snow gets."
They don't get much of it on the Islands after all.
Thankfully there is a small fireplace in their room -- or rather, there is something that looks like a fireplace, wooden blocks and all, but which had instead turned out to be faked and warmed by electricity which had fascinated Armin endlessly. Right now though, the only thing he is interested in is defrosting his fingers ASAP.
Holding his hands close to the heat with a grateful sigh, Armin rubs his sock-clad feet together for a moment, before glancing at Angel over his shoulder.
"Come here, your fingers must be frozen too."