"Sebastian!" Viola yelps. But she can neither warn him nor wriggle out of the way quite fast enough.
"--when I catch cold, I shall blame thee," she mutters, trying to shake snow out of her sleeves. She scoops a particularly large chunk off of her shoulder, looks at it for a moment, and then does the only think she possibly can do.
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Date: 2015-08-04 09:49 pm (UTC)"--when I catch cold, I shall blame thee," she mutters, trying to shake snow out of her sleeves. She scoops a particularly large chunk off of her shoulder, looks at it for a moment, and then does the only think she possibly can do.
She throws it at him.