[ sometime during a break into the festivities while Jun might be grabbing some funnel cake from one of the delicious vendors, he might feel a
thwack
of a snowball landing right against the back of his coat. but when he turns tp investigate who had just RUDELY assaulted him, it might be hard to discern precisely his assailant's identity. considering Abel has, maturely, hidden himself behind a snow-covered bush where he's snickering as silently as he can manage. h-heh.... heh, ]
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thwack
of a snowball landing right against the back of his coat. but when he turns tp investigate who had just RUDELY assaulted him, it might be hard to discern precisely his assailant's identity. considering Abel has, maturely, hidden himself behind a snow-covered bush where he's snickering as silently as he can manage. h-heh.... heh, ]