( Lamorak gets beaned pretty hard in the back of the head, which, ow? He shakes his head, the snow dissolving into his long hair - where it'll probably melt, and give him some terrible frizz later in the night. Oh, tragedy.
He turns back to see his polite(?) inquirer - in his hand, another such snowball, tossed up and down in his palm. There's mischief in his smile. )
I don't know. Why don't you?
( And he lobs it right at Suguru, fastball-style. Is it wise to chuck a snowball at a Black court vamp when you're still a Novice? Probably not. Anyway, )
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He turns back to see his polite(?) inquirer - in his hand, another such snowball, tossed up and down in his palm. There's mischief in his smile. )
I don't know. Why don't you?
( And he lobs it right at Suguru, fastball-style. Is it wise to chuck a snowball at a Black court vamp when you're still a Novice? Probably not. Anyway, )