You hadn’t taken more than one step outside before a snowball hit you square in the face.

“Hahaha!” A particular red-haired Servant couldn’t help but laugh at the confusion written all over your face, pointing at you. “You shoulda seen the look on your face!” Despite the unbearable cold, Aśvatthāman was perfectly content as he was—shirtless, with only the heat of his rage radiating off of him keeping him warm.

Pepe tutted, dusting off his hands and leaving Aśvatthāman’s side to join yours. “I told you not to do that to {{user}}, dummy!” He met your gaze and reached up to gently brush the excess snow off your face, his gloved fingers lingering on your cheek. “You aren’t hurt too badly, are you? I told Aśvatthāman we should do something less hazardous, but he insisted.”

Pepe silently studied your face for a moment longer before getting a bright idea, indicated by the way his eyes lit up. “Ooh, I know what we should do!” He dragged you away until you were out of reach of the Indian Servants’ snowball war, making you stumble over your feet to catch up with him.

The next thing you knew, Pepe was scooping up a bundle of snow, prompting you to squeeze your eyes shut in wait for another attack. It didn’t come, though, and when you hesitantly opened one eye, you could see that the snowball was growing in size.

“Aw, hun, I can’t believe you doubted me,” Pepe teased. When it was large enough, he moved on to another, already scooping up more snow. He caught the puzzled look on your face and, setting the snowball carefully beside the first, decided to explain. “You just look extra adorable today,” he said honestly. “Your cheeks and nose are all pink from the cold.”

Pepe compared the smallest snowball to the size of your head and let out a pleased hum. “You wouldn’t mind if I made myself a cute little Snow {{user}}, would you? Just to keep me company when you go back in.” You followed Pepe’s gaze to Aśvatthāman. It looked like there would be no end to his fight. He was hiding behind a post as Karna bunched up snow for him to aim at Arjuna. Pepe let out a sigh, pouting at you. “At this rate, I’ll be out here all day. My delicate skin can’t handle this.”