SNOWBALL FIGHT TIEMZ. :3hirac_utzumApril 11 2011, 22:17:21 UTC
[You might notice the faint sound of someone humming the theme from Jaws as he darts between trees and bushes in an attempt at a sneak attack.]
Hey, Matt!
[But it's impossible to miss the snowball tossed at the back of your head, or the stupid grin on Elfangor's face as he tries (and fails) not to laugh too much.]
You'd better be glad I wasn't smoking! [Matt calls, also trying not to laugh. He shakes his head, mostly dislodging the snowball fragments stuck to his hair, and strategically backs off; scoops up some snow and hastily packs it, trying for maximum slushiness, and tosses it in Elfangor's direction without aiming too carefully. This is a diversionary tactic. Matt needs to stockpile ammo.]
[Elfangor just snickers as he ducks away from the snowball thrown his way, but still manages to get hit in the shoulder, so he dashes behind a tree for better cover.]
Smoking or not, you were easy enough to sneak up on! [He tosses another snowball from his post behind the tree, but it goes wide since he wasn't focusing particularly hard, still shaking with laughter.]
I was humoring you! You fucking announced yourself with that silly movie theme!
[Matt's busily making snowballs as his boyfriend retreats. He might not like being outside, but he has a feeling they're both going to win this one. Especially if it ends up with cuddling and hot chocolate in front of a fireplace somewhere.]
Technically I suppose so, but most of the planet is temperate throughout the year. It doesn't fall in the habitable regions.
[Oh, he sees what you are doing there, Matt - trying to stockpile some ammunition? It will do you no good if you can't find your target! Elfangor dashes for better cover behind a row of bushes, diving straight into one of the larger ones. Hah, just try to find him now!]
It is not much of an arms race if you are ultimately incapable of hitting your target!
[And then he's barreling out from the bush and all but tackling Matt into the pile of snowballs he'd accumulated, giggling his fool head off as he grins down at him.]
[Elfangor shrieks at the sudden coldness making its way down the back of his shirt. Oh, you've just invited a world of trouble, Matt.
He rolls them in the snow, making sure to hike Matt's shirt up so that he can shove some of the slush inside his clothes, and then he's burying his hands in the snow and bringing up two handfuls to smush against Matt's face, before pulling him close and snickering against his lips.]
[Now Matt squirms with the intention of getting away (only far enough to exact revenge), but it's no use. He grabs for another handful of snow and just dumps it onto Elfangor's head, making sure to rub it in.]
Pick on someone your own size!
[This would probably sound more convincing if he weren't all but wheezing with laughter.]
[Elfangor just shakes his head to dislodge the snow, not at all unlike a wet dog might shake out wet fur, and burrows his now-cold face against Matt's neck, helpless to the breathless laughter bubbling out of him.]
But it is so much more fun to 'pick on' you!
[One freezing hand starts to trail its way up Matt's chest under his shirt, and he grins.] Mmm, I can think of some other fun things that do not involve being cold at all.
[Okay, it's hard to protest too much, even when Elfangor nuzzling into his neck involves getting colder and wetter.]
Like calling a truce and getting thawed out? [He lets his thoroughly frozen hand creep the tiniest bit up the back of Elfangor's shirt. Turnabout's fair play, after all.] Since you just set my weapons program back, like, fifty years, and all.
Mm, something like that--but I did win. [He smirks, even as he shivers at that cold press of fingers along his back.] And as the victor, I believe that I get to claim the spoils of battle.
[His smirk takes on a mischievous slant, and Elfangor shifts his hips not so subtly against Matt's.]
Still, I am not at all opposed to taking this someplace warmer.
Um, if that makes me the spoils? Heh, I don't mind.
[His voice trails off when Elfangor shifts, and Matt arches up to meet him, still managing to smirk when he flattens his cold hand against his still-mostly-warm back.]
[He leans down to press a lingering kiss to Matt's jaw just beneath his ear and hums, pleased, not even minding that coldness from his fingers. After all, they should be warming up very soon.]
There could be hot chocolate. Maybe even peppermint swizzle sticks. [He grins against Matt's skin.]
Hey, Matt!
[But it's impossible to miss the snowball tossed at the back of your head, or the stupid grin on Elfangor's face as he tries (and fails) not to laugh too much.]
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You'd better be glad I wasn't smoking! [Matt calls, also trying not to laugh. He shakes his head, mostly dislodging the snowball fragments stuck to his hair, and strategically backs off; scoops up some snow and hastily packs it, trying for maximum slushiness, and tosses it in Elfangor's direction without aiming too carefully. This is a diversionary tactic. Matt needs to stockpile ammo.]
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Smoking or not, you were easy enough to sneak up on! [He tosses another snowball from his post behind the tree, but it goes wide since he wasn't focusing particularly hard, still shaking with laughter.]
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[Matt's busily making snowballs as his boyfriend retreats. He might not like being outside, but he has a feeling they're both going to win this one. Especially if it ends up with cuddling and hot chocolate in front of a fireplace somewhere.]
D'you even have snow on your planet?
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[Oh, he sees what you are doing there, Matt - trying to stockpile some ammunition? It will do you no good if you can't find your target! Elfangor dashes for better cover behind a row of bushes, diving straight into one of the larger ones. Hah, just try to find him now!]
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And when you do, you will face slushy annihilation. Or a snowball down the back of your shirt. Whichever seems like more fun.]
You're just giving me more time, y'know! I'm winning this arms race, dude.
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[And then he's barreling out from the bush and all but tackling Matt into the pile of snowballs he'd accumulated, giggling his fool head off as he grins down at him.]
What was that about winning, hmm?
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Heh, that's a way to end the Cold War I bet they never tried.
[Implied surrender doesn't mean he isn't going to scoop up a last handful of snow and try to dump it down the back of Elfangor's neck.]
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He rolls them in the snow, making sure to hike Matt's shirt up so that he can shove some of the slush inside his clothes, and then he's burying his hands in the snow and bringing up two handfuls to smush against Matt's face, before pulling him close and snickering against his lips.]
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[Now Matt squirms with the intention of getting away (only far enough to exact revenge), but it's no use. He grabs for another handful of snow and just dumps it onto Elfangor's head, making sure to rub it in.]
Pick on someone your own size!
[This would probably sound more convincing if he weren't all but wheezing with laughter.]
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But it is so much more fun to 'pick on' you!
[One freezing hand starts to trail its way up Matt's chest under his shirt, and he grins.] Mmm, I can think of some other fun things that do not involve being cold at all.
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[Okay, it's hard to protest too much, even when Elfangor nuzzling into his neck involves getting colder and wetter.]
Like calling a truce and getting thawed out? [He lets his thoroughly frozen hand creep the tiniest bit up the back of Elfangor's shirt. Turnabout's fair play, after all.] Since you just set my weapons program back, like, fifty years, and all.
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[His smirk takes on a mischievous slant, and Elfangor shifts his hips not so subtly against Matt's.]
Still, I am not at all opposed to taking this someplace warmer.
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[His voice trails off when Elfangor shifts, and Matt arches up to meet him, still managing to smirk when he flattens his cold hand against his still-mostly-warm back.]
Is there hot chocolate in this place?
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There could be hot chocolate. Maybe even peppermint swizzle sticks. [He grins against Matt's skin.]
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