fissionmailed | Snowball fight, anyone? 8D

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Snowball fight, anyone? 8D

[James has been getting antsy and so, even though he's been warned that going into random rooms is dangerous, he's eager to take on any challenge today. Energetically, he flings open a random, seemingly normal door, and enters a room, temporarily blinded by a cold gust that suddenly kicks up snow.]

[Once the initial wind dies down, James finds himself in a pure white snowy field. It's nearly immaculate, fresh and untouched. There's an old log cabin off to the side and on its porch stands some kind of weaponry that James has never seen before. Very curious now, he rushes towards it, and starts to hear an interesting whirring sound...]

[... before he gets hit right in the stomach with a snowball, nearly losing his breath at the hard impact. He doesn't notice the TARGETS HIT: 0/3 counter above his head, either...]

((Welcome to the SNOWBALL FIGHT room! You must hit three people with snowballs in order to leave. :3 There are special snowball-shooting weapons stored in the log cabin if you can reach it... as for what kinds of weapons they are, I leave that up to you. :3))

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[Liquid bursts out laughing, skidding backwards and kicking more snow up at him once he's close enough.]

Try it! If you think you can!

Guh..! [Ocelot falls chest-first into the soft snow, but he flings an arm out, determinedly trying to grab a hold of Liquid's ankle.]

[-!]

[Liquid kicks out, trying to free his ankle from Ocelot's strong fingers.]

[He's pretty covered in snow now, but he tugs hard on Liquid's ankle, clinging to his leg and trying to make him fall.]

[His leg shoots out from under him and Liquid quickly leans over backwards, arching his back and shooting his hands out to support himself.]

Not that easy.

[The snow covers his gloved hands. He kicks out with his free foot, to try to break Ocelot's hold, using his hands to balance himself.]

[Ocelot loses his grip when Liquid's other foot kicks him. He backs away sideways towards a tree, shaking the piles of snow off of his shoulders... then he stops, smiling suspiciously at Liquid.]

It's not over!! Not yet!

[He hits the tree with his shoulder, shaking it... loosening large clumps of snow from the branches down onto Liquid.]

[Liquid is just in the process of flipping back over onto his feet - when suddenly a pile of snow falls on him.

He gives a cry of surprise before he's buried - and deliberately lies as still as the dead and listens.]

[...Well, Ocelot buried himself too, though not as badly since he was near the trunk. He digs forward through the snow, trying to locate Liquid.]

[Liquid stays perfectly still until Ocelot sounds close enough - then suddenly thrusts his hand through the snow to grab at him.]

Hello.

[He yelps in surprise, pulling at the hand that grabbed him.]

Geez!

[Then he suddenly switches tactics, throwing himself against the mound in the snow, trying to wrestle the mostly-buried Liquid.]

[Liquid, unexpectedly, allows this without fighting - long enough to get his hands where he wants them. Viciously, he tugs Ocelot's jacket and shirt by the collar and shoves a fistful or two of snow into the opening.]

Having fun?

[He's still piling the snow in.]

[Ocelot gives a high yelp (and is immediately embarrassed that he did) when cold cold cold snow is piled in against his warm skin. He squirms violently. But he is stubborn, and driven by revenge now. While Liquid is busy adding more snow, he scoops at the snow next to them and grabs his belt, yanking up to open a space for him to shove snow in down the front.]

...gah-!

[Even if the cold doesn't affect him all that much, he's still not sure he likes having cold smushy stuff shoved against his willy. He shoves Ocelot back, kicking out at him.]

[Ocelot is launched backwards, landing in the snow and making a nice Ocelot-shaped impression.]

[But he remains lying there, laughing.]

[Liquid simply scrambles over and straddles him, shaking with the urge not to laugh.]

Find it funny, huh?

[He casually returns the favour, heaping snow down Ocelot's pants.]

Keep laughing!

[This time he shrieks.]

S-SONOF--

[He flails violently, sending snow flying.]

[Liquid bursts into peals of laughter, halting as he leans over Ocelot.]

P-poor baby- ahahaha! Want me to- aha- to make a - hahaha - fire?

Y-you bitch.... t-trying to give me f-frostbite? [He squirms against the cold snow trapped on his skin. On impulse, he scoops a handful of snow and smooshes it into Liquid's hair.]

Hey-!

[Liquid laughs, shaking his head. He can't get most of the snow out of it, so he simply tolerates it, for now.]

I'll warm you up, since you mind it so much.

[Ocelot lightly punches him in the stomach.]

Y-You'd better. I'm f-freezing.

[He then wraps an arm around Liquid's body.]

........Heh, I s-sure got you, though.

[Liquid just smirks, drawing him into his arms.]

Poor baby.

[Sarcasm always was his forte. He rises to his feet, picking Ocelot up with surprising ease.]

Want me to get you my coat?

[He flushes red from cold and embarrassment.]

Baby?

[Liquid gets a sharp jab from a spur for that.]

You know you're the only p-person here immune to cold. I'm going to get f-frostbite on my dick.

Want me to warm it up? [Snicker.] I'm not immune to it, I just don't feel it.

[Ow jeez. He winces, holding Ocelot closer.]

Alright, alright, I'll stop joking.

[Mmm. Being held closer is good. Ocelot fiercely snuggles against him, seeking warmth.]

...We're going to have to change out of our clothes soon, you know.

...I have the tuxedo with me, if you're not able to leave yet.

[Which Liquid's counter proudly proclaims he can do.]

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