[Yeah, he probably asked for this. Enhanced or not, he's hard-pressed to keep up with actual thrusters, though it's going to take more than snow to the face to discourage him. He's all at once glad she didn't take the coat, and he drags a hand across his visor to clear it, a low growl in the back of his throat.
Two can play at this game.]
You done screwin' around?
[He says, stooping so that he can scoop snow into his palm and packing it hard between his hands. NO SCREWING AROUND.]
wtf stop being so cute
Two can play at this game.]
You done screwin' around?
[He says, stooping so that he can scoop snow into his palm and packing it hard between his hands. NO SCREWING AROUND.]