"I hate cold." Kouga murmured as he looked around.
"Uh-huh." Ayame responded, sticking her tongue out to catch the snow flakes that slowly drifted from the sky. He shivered, keeping his hands in his pockets.
"It makes you all wet and freezing and it's pointless." He went on.
"Nu uh." She argued, still holding her tongue out. Her pink mittens held her fuzzy earmuffs tight, but she made sure to listen to every word he said.
"And then I have to change and my gloves have holes in them and it's ugly."
"It's magic." She grinned over to him and he blinked.
"Huh?"
"The clouds magically make the snow fall to make the ground look all pretty." The six-year-old chimed and he stared.
"That's…really what you think?"
"And it gets all sparkly when the sun comes up and you can make people…" She rambled on and he rolled his eyes. Then, a mischievous smirk graced his lips. He picked up a clump of snow and padded it together until it was a snowball, while Ayama nearly danced as she explained the beauty of snow. He licked his upper lip and closed one eye to aim, then threw the snowball at her. She fell on her butt and stared up at him with her giant green orbs that soon started to tear. He laughed but stopped when he saw her.
"…what are you doing?"
"Why did you do that?" She sniffled and wiped her eyes. He frowned.
"No, no…you're not supposed to cry." He bit his bottom lip and glanced around for something, anything, to make her smile.
"Why would you throw that at me?" She whimpered and quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks, feeling the draft.
"It's a game…a snowball fight." He explained and she blinked up.
"…a game?" She asked and he nodded.
"You're supposed to throw one back not…cry." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "…Sorry." He blinked when he saw her making her own snowball, then proudly hold it up.
"Isn't it pretty?" She grinned. He sighed, shook his head, and led her home.
