Authors Note:
I do not own TWEWY.
"Shibuya's not cold enough for ice!"
Looks like that chimp was wrong yet again...
"Aaagh!"
A loud yell caused Konishi to turn around. Minamimoto had slipped on the ice. Again. He sat on the floor, looking rather indignant, a layer of thick snow already gathering on his hat.
"I hate being in the RG, and I zetta hate ice!" He yelled to no one in particular. Konishi smirked to herself, and continued walking. Until, that is, she stepped onto a particularly slippery patch of ice, and fell straight into the Conductor. Kitaniji fell forward with a yell of surprise, sending them both crashing into the snow. A loud snap came from Kitaniji's sunglasses, as Minamimoto burst out laughing, getting to his feet. Konishi tried to glare at him without getting slow on her glasses, which proved impossible. Minamimoto stood just behind them, laughing extremely loudly. Konishi hooked her foot around his ankle, pulling his feet from under him. Minamimoto fell, his head hitting the frozen ground with a crack.
"Hey, what the factor was the point in that!" He yelled, rubbing his head. Konishi just smirked, satisfied at regaining some of her dignity.
The Composer watched his highest ranking Reapers argue with each other, a few metres ahead. He folded his arms and sighed, watching his breath steam and float into the air. Making sure no-one was looking, he watched a roof full of snow fall on top of the three, which had absolutely nothing to do with him whatsoever. The snow suddenly became extremely thick, almost blizzard like. For a moment, the Composer couldn't see, for the next...
SPLAT
A snowball hit him square in the face. When he cleared the snow out of his eyes, he saw Minamimoto with a handful of snowballs, glaring and covered with a layer of snow.
SPLAT
SPLAT
Konishi and Kitaniji were behind him, also with an armoury of snowy projectiles. The Composer grinned. If it was a snowball fight they wanted, it was a snowball fight they'd get.
A few minutes later, both sides were panting, and covered with a large dusting of snow. The Composer looked around, trying to see Minamimoto. A large shadow fell over him, and he looked up. A gigantic ball of snow loomed over him.
"Okay, this is going too-" He never had chance to finish his sentence. The oversized snowball fell on top of him, knocking him over. It was times like this the Composer wished his RG form wasn't so small.
"So... zetta... slow." Minamimoto grinned, letting his arms fall. He watched the pile of snow, as the Composer dug himself out. His hair was soaked, as was the rest of him. He glared, pushing a piece of hair out of his face.
"There. We zetta won. Now I'm going to get a factoring burger." Minamimoto turned on his heels and headed towards Sunshine Stationside. The other two Reapers waited for the Composer to get up.
"He even gets serious about a little game like this..." The Composer giggled.
"Sir, did you say something?" Kitaniji asked.
"Ah, it's nothing. Now let's go get a burger, I am kind of hungry myself." The Composer brushed the snow off of his coat and walked in the same direction as Minamimoto, the others following him.