[Kyle doesn't even have time to react before the wall of snowballs hits him and he falls flat on his back, ending up awkwardly buried in the snow fort.
Brushing it out of his hair, he glares, but it's all fondness. Then, small green arms - each hand with a snowball - pop out of the now-destroyed fort. Kyle takes aim.
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Brushing it out of his hair, he glares, but it's all fondness. Then, small green arms - each hand with a snowball - pop out of the now-destroyed fort. Kyle takes aim.
Here they come.]