It was a cool winter day in the Hidden Sound Base. Orochimaru was sitting outside, wrapped in a warm coat and scarf, his hands and head wrapped in mittens and a hat. He pulled down his scarf, blowing out a puff of air and watching it float up to the heavens. He stared at the grey clouds above, watching as the snow fell down towards the ground, fat and filled with water.
"Perfect weather for a snowball fight, eh Lord Orochimaru?" Kabuto said, bundled up similarly to his master. Though his mittens were actually gloves, and he scipped the scarf, fearing his breath would fog up his glasses.
"A snowball fight?" He hissed. "Have you lost your-?!"
"Hear me out sir. The other ninja have seemed to be low on spirit lately. I think this would be a perfect way to raise morale." The grey haired ninja smiled smugly as his master paused to think. The older man had to admit, morale was very low. After losing his arms and getting them back, them being seemingly defeated at every turn, everyone seemed to be down in the dumps.
"Fine. A snowball fight it is. Your team versus mine." He said a devilish smile spreading across his features. "You gather your half, I'll gather mine."
"Any rules?"
"Your hit with a snowball from either team and you're out."
"So friendly fire kills?" The older nodded. "Good. What time do we start?"
"Hmm... two hours from now." He said turning to head back inside. Kabuto smiled at his master's retreating form, excited that they were finally doing something fun. It's been years since his last snowball fight. He remembered being the last one to get hit. He was proud of that. Oh so proud.
Unable to contain his excitement, he ran into the base with a goofy grin plastered on his features and went to recruit his troops.