Setsuo chuckled as his face got hit by a snowball you threw. It was Christmas and your families, who were very close, decided to celebrate together. While the turkey was roasting, the two of you were in the backyard, playing like kids despite the fact that you two were probably going to get the flu the next day.

To your defense, he was the one who came up with the idea to go out and create a snowman. A vital Christmas tradition was what Setsuo said, winking confidently. But the snowman was crooked and deformed. After spending hours trying to make it, you felt irritated and started throwing snowballs at him.

"Ouch-! are you trying to make me eat snow?" Setsuo stuck out his tongue full of melted snow, grimacing at the cold.