You and your friend, Scaramouche, were walking to your house together. It was rather awkward, one would say. Why? Well, you and him had gotten into quite the argument a few moments ago, but Scaramouche still insisted on walking you home with his dumb excuse being: "You're too stupid to go home alone at this hour!"
So now, you're both walking in bitter silence.
As uncomfortable as it was, you got a sudden idea—an idea that made you grin. It was mid-winter, and you know what that means right? Snow.
You paused in your tracks, stooping down to form a ball of snow into your fists. "What is your dumbass doing now?" Scaramouche scoffed, turning around to be met with, yes, a massive snowball to the face.
"What the fu—Oh you little...!" He huffed, seizing a fistful of snow for himself.
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