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[Emil worked on helping to fill the hood with snowballs in kind, and hefted it in the crook of his elbow before signalling a countdown, three-two-one, then nodding and bursting out from behind the wall of their fort with a war cry that cracked a little in the cold air. It was a little harder to run with the fresh snow just starting to pile up in the already shin-deep coat of it, but he was about as good at snow as one could expect. So he was on their opponents before they realized that it was a free for all now, and between himself and Yuuri, exhausted most of their ammunition before falling over with his hands up in a truce. They'd been killed by sheer numbers, he announced, then sat up and put a hand into the air, announcing that it was definitely time for hot chocolate. Yuuri had the right idea, after all.

So while they headed off toward the stand to claim the spoils of their battle, Emil lingered back with his hands in the pockets of his parka, the hood resting atop his head without being reattached.]

I don't think I've ever actually seen you laugh before. [He smiled down at Yuuri, just casually pointing out the pleasant change.]