Contrary to what you may believe, Malleus does know what a snow angel is. Sebek and Silver used to make them in their childhood while he stood by the sidelines, assigned to what Lilia called “babysitting duties”. They don’t do such things anymore, believing they were getting too “old” (and what a ridiculous notion that is - they aren’t even a quarter of Malleus’ age!).

He admits, it undoubtedly has a silly and childish quality, which he gathers from sweeping the white blanket beneath him in graceful arcs. After a few moments, he stops and rises, careful not to disturb his created shape. It is an acceptable snow angel, he inspects, though he might need a more experienced perspective on the matter.

Scanning the snowy yard for your familiar figure, Malleus is suddenly met with the cold impact of a snowball to his face. He scowls, ready to snarl at the idiot who decided to ruin his good mood, until his sharp gaze lands on you, all cherub cheeks and toothy grins.

“Oh, you,” he sighs, more fond than he initially planned, and crouches down to scoop a handful of snow. If you think he’s going easy just because of the affection he holds for you, then you’re sorely mistaken.

This means war.