Thomas packed the wet snow between his gloved hands, condensing the white powder into a small, tight ball. Newt watched the movements out of the corner of his eye. He waited for the inevitable throw of the snowball that would surely be aimed at his head.
"Newt!" Thomas called out. The snow ball left his hands as soon as the blonde turned at the calling of his name. He side steeped the assault easily which earned him a disappointed pout from Thomas.
"No snowball fights, remember? You were the one who wanted to make a snowman," newt chastised his boyfriend. Newt fell to his knees and gathered a pile of snow in front of him. "Get over here and start making the mid-section, will ya?" Thomas followed suit a little further away, gathering speed as the ball began to grow.
"What are we going to do about the face?" Thomas asked. He piled his two smaller sections on top of Newt's larger bottom. Newt 'humphed' as he stuck two misshapen sticks into either side of the snowman.
"Who cares? Throw some dried grass on it or something for all I care," Net griped from the cold. He rubbed as his raw, read nose in an effort to regain some feeling. Thomas swatted at him for his lack of efforts. "I'm getting back inside with something warm to drink." Thomas ignored him as he made his way to the shed at the bottom of the hill. Newt watched as he divested himself of his outerwear while Thomas popped open cans of black and blue spray paint. Two large dots for eyes and a blue half circle for a smile later, Thomas made his way back inside.
"You've got to make it look realistic. See how cool this thing looks now?" Tomas offered at Newt's laughter.
"Yes, a snowman has to have a realistic looking face. The blue lips look about right considering he is half frozen," Newt retorted. Thomas mocked laughed as he brought his cold hands to Newt's warmer neck.
"Kill joy," Thomas spat with no real venom in his voice.
"Peter pan syndrome at its finest you are. The boy who never grew up," Newt handed him a warm mug which Thomas took greedily.
"I think I've got that on DVD! Want to watch?" Thomas dashed into the living room, leaving Newt behind with his head shaking. Thomas was a mess for sure, but he was Newt's hot mess.