A breathy laugh.
A face appears at the window.
A small, sly hand slinks upwards, red fingers wrapped around an icy ball.
It is popped through the opening.
"Do you want me to throw this in there?"
How kind of him to ask. I hate to ruin his fun but reply no, I'd rather keep my room dry if its all the same.
It's not.
The snowball shatters across the floor.
A second one soon follows.
Yeah you better run.
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