"What a beauty and alone?~" Tartaglia teased you and laughed quietly as he watched you, his best friend, lie in the snowdrift he threw you into. Tartaglia laughed, holding out his hand to you, looked into your eyes and took your hand, lifting you to your feet, immediately pressing you to him. He loved the role of the main rizzler, to joke with you so much that you always understood "Whoa, divine beauty is right in my hands~"