[ he cannot recall the last time he enjoyed such beautiful and innocent simplicity the likes of playing in the snow. he supposes in the mischievous idles of his youth, he had made a few snowballs; waged a few wars.
he thinks she should, listening to the wistfulness of her reminiscences. that she should have those experiences, that she deserves that respite, that she should hold onto what more there is of her childhood as long as she possibly can.
he supposes she hasn't had much opportunity to do so, or to try her hand again at such simple fun. ] Me? [ he looks down at his attire and pinches the lapel of his coat, brows lifting. the hint if his smirk betrays his carefully constructed surprise. ] Oh. [ what? he's wearing garments for the snow? how'd they get there?? ] I was looking for a snowman-building partner. You can't make a decent one alone, you know.
[ it's not a lie if he decided the moment he heard the somewhat sad tone to her voice. ]
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he thinks she should, listening to the wistfulness of her reminiscences. that she should have those experiences, that she deserves that respite, that she should hold onto what more there is of her childhood as long as she possibly can.
he supposes she hasn't had much opportunity to do so, or to try her hand again at such simple fun. ]
Me? [ he looks down at his attire and pinches the lapel of his coat, brows lifting. the hint if his smirk betrays his carefully constructed surprise. ] Oh. [ what? he's wearing garments for the snow? how'd they get there?? ] I was looking for a snowman-building partner. You can't make a decent one alone, you know.
[ it's not a lie if he decided the moment he heard the somewhat sad tone to her voice. ]