Hanging out in an empty, dirty room

October nodded when he did, and shrieked quietly when he tossed all of that snow at her. She hadn't been able to dodge, so it was all covering her. She laughed, and brushed herself off, shaking her head to get the snow out of the hair. Well, now it was time for revenge. He was obviously alright in her opinion if he had just done that to her, so she didn't see any sense in asking.

She quickly started making larger snowballs, some of them quite oddly shaped and some not looking round at all. She threw them at him, though making sure she aimed lower than his head. She didn't want him to get hit in the face again, after all.

October laughed as he put his hands in front of him, but her snowballs were quickly running out. She watched as he started piling the snow, a little bit afraid that he would dump all of that on her, but supposing it didn't matter. It was fun, anyway. She laughed, even when she ran out of snowballs to throw at him. She gulped, and quickly started trying to make more, not caring at all that some — well, most — of them weren't perfectly shaped.

Oh, good, he hadn't dumped that whole pile on her! She was glad for that, even if she wouldn't have minded it much. She laughed as the snowballs pounded her right where he aimed, and it interfered with her snowball making somewhat. However, she managed to get some of them well made and threw those at him, aiming for his arms and chest as well. Nowhere near his head, that was for sure.

October screamed in her head, knowing quite well that she was losing this little 'battle'. She smiled, though, since he wasn't being entirely accurate. It gave her a chance to quickly grab some more snow and throw the snowballs she had made out of it at him. She got out of the way of his shoveling at her, and grabbed some more snow, quickly forming more little snow balls and throwing them at Tsim.

"GAH!"

October fell backward when the snowball he had just made hit her. It was made of soft snowballs, she knew, but even so. She laid on the ground, looking up at the sky for a moment before moving into a sitting position. For his first snowball fight, he was pretty good. She knew she couldn't win this... she had tried, but, nope, she couldn't.

"Ok, ok, you win," she said with a laugh, slowly pushing herself back up. "That was pretty good for your first snowball fight." She smiled somewhat, hoping he wouldn't mind that she had given up. Once she had regained her balance, she brushed the snow off of her and again shook her head so that the snow would come out of her hair.