[It was..."pretty", yes. Looking back. Hard to build such appreciation for something you've dealt with all your childhood; he wasn't exaggerating, where Keterburg's concerned, constantly snowy town that it is. But in the time spent away from it since--and especially here, and now, with the weight of the knowledge that he'll likely never see Keterburg again in this current existence--he can observe it in his mind's eye...and agree, on the beauty there.
Oh, not aloud though. That would be sappy. Especially when Clarke just so happens to be throwing down a gauntlet like that, so very conveniently!]
Oho, you think so? That you'd stand a chance against me, undisputed snowball-fight champion of my hometown before I left?
I've knowledge of forbidden snowball artes that you've never even dreamed of ☃️🙂 But perhaps I could be persuaded to pass them down, if you ever prove yourself worthy!
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Oh, not aloud though. That would be sappy. Especially when Clarke just so happens to be throwing down a gauntlet like that, so very conveniently!]
Oho, you think so? That you'd stand a chance against me, undisputed snowball-fight champion of my hometown before I left?
I've knowledge of forbidden snowball artes that you've never even dreamed of ☃️🙂 But perhaps I could be persuaded to pass them down, if you ever prove yourself worthy!