( at some point, she probably ought to stand up. they both ought to, but as per usual, quinn is her own primary concern. if her jeans were damp from hurried snow angels, they're not soaked almost entirely through, and the longer she sits unmoving, the easier the cold is able to sink in, making her teeth chatter faintly. a sound quickly stopped when she glances back at him, chin resting on her shoulder and genuinely pleased grin still firmly in place.
so this is what fun feels like. she had almost forgotten. )
When you say it like that, it makes it sound like you're going to pull a rabbit out of a hat. ( and honestly, at this point, she wouldn't be surprised if that was his next move. it seems like he's done a little bit of everything, tried everything. why not that too?
with a muffled groan, she stretches for her fallen hat, squealing faintly when her coat rides up just enough for a fresh drift of snow to hit her back. probably should have seen that coming though.
shoving the hat into her coat pocket (because HA what's the point now?) she shifts onto her knees in the snowbank, holding one mittened hand out to him. refraining from pulling his hood down again, even though it's tempting. just to see how he'd react this time. ) Come on. You don't think Frosty can handle you, but I want to see if you can handle Frosty.
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Date: 2015-03-02 06:25 am (UTC)so this is what fun feels like. she had almost forgotten. )
When you say it like that, it makes it sound like you're going to pull a rabbit out of a hat. ( and honestly, at this point, she wouldn't be surprised if that was his next move. it seems like he's done a little bit of everything, tried everything. why not that too?
with a muffled groan, she stretches for her fallen hat, squealing faintly when her coat rides up just enough for a fresh drift of snow to hit her back. probably should have seen that coming though.
shoving the hat into her coat pocket (because HA what's the point now?) she shifts onto her knees in the snowbank, holding one mittened hand out to him. refraining from pulling his hood down again, even though it's tempting. just to see how he'd react this time. ) Come on. You don't think Frosty can handle you, but I want to see if you can handle Frosty.