[He's been watching her from the sides of his eyes without turning his head and he comes to a stop once she's back next to him. He doesn't answer her right away, head tilted a little to the side, dark eyes watching first her face and then very pointedly down to the snowball in her hands. Casual he reaches up to the tree branch hanging over them and curls the tips of his fingers over it.
His eyebrows go up at her and something quirks at the very edges of his lips. It could, potentially, be a challenge. All he says though is:]
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His eyebrows go up at her and something quirks at the very edges of his lips. It could, potentially, be a challenge. All he says though is:]
I try.