A little brother, yeah. [He paused to duck an incoming snowball that exploded part of the barrier just in front of him, and he popped his head up long enough to stick his tongue out at the opposition. When he came back down again he worked on scooping some more snow up toward them to return the gesture.

Once again they were pelted, but at least he was able to land a couple more hits. But he suddenly got a clearly fantastic idea, and he turned to Yuuri, snapping off the removable hood of his parka.]

Here, fill this up with balls. Let's make a kamikaze run on them before everyone has to go home.

[It had started to snow again, after all, and he was starting to get hungry, signalling the approach of supper. They could sit around and watch it fall from under an actual roof.]