call_me_snake | The Snowball King of South Dakota.

Snake had been on the sly for this and stashed stacks of pre-made snowballs around the yard long before anyone else in the house was awake. Sure others could find them and that only made it all the more fun. Snake came back inside and got a drink while he waited for the rest of his family and any visitors that may have accepted his invitation.

He hadn’t been in a snowball fight since the first morning his squadron spent at the Helsinki base. That was almost twelve years and it seemed like even longer to Plissken. This one was much the same. It started with a challenge of his claims of Snowball King. Snake frowned at the drink. He hadn’t even thrown a snowball since he lost his eye.

Pushing the thoughts away he set the things for cocoa, tea and coffee out on the dining room table. He wasn’t sure how many people would come. It might just be him, his family and the nameless challenger he planned on blasting as soon as she set foot on the property. It didn’t matter to Snake. He was out to have fun with the kids, especially his little girl.

Finishing up in the kitchen he went to the living room to start the fire. The huge living room fireplace was one of the things that made him fall in love with this house. Once it was going he sat back on the couch waiting for his family to come down. He could hear all the feet upstairs and giggles. It was a sound that relaxed his usual tensed demeanor. He glanced out toward the drive. No cars yet. Content, Snake laid back on the couch to soak up the warmth from the fire and the alcohol.

OOC: This can be meta, bendy time or any other form of time frame. If it is taking place before or after something your muse and Snake is/will be involved in please make me aware so the muse reacts accordingly. Have fun! I promise Snake will not start shooting so go get him, now’s your chance. For Snake this is taking place just after the New Year so it is a bit back dated. You can assume all conversations that have been started took place before this event just to make it easier. Oh and despite the title this is taking place at Snake's ranch house outside of New York City.

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All right, I shall not ask, - Solan nodded obediently, making new snowballs. - Skill to play snowballs, I believe, was you born with it, too?
He tried to keep easy, but nevertheless, felt like strange, in fact not every day you talk with dogs.

"Paws aren't good to make snowballs." Dag whoffed and did a small, excited doggy dance. "I'm quite good at catching them though." He jumped into the air as demonstration. "See?"

OOC: I know this is terribly late but rl was very busy past months. Hope it will get a bit easier from now. :) Feel free to drop or continue this thread as you wish.

And I am quite good at throwing snowballs, I think, we have found each other!
Solan chuckled, throwing a snowball up in air.
He thrown it slowly, checking, whether Dag can catch it actually.
Making new snowball, Solan looked at the girl and involuntarily assumed a dignified air, defying before her
I can throw a snowball very far.

(ooc: that's okey, I can name myself as Queen of Procrastination last days)

Dag barked happily and ran after the ball; he leaped into the air, catching the flying snowball easily and then turned back with doggy-grin on his face. "It was easy!" He whoffed and jumped again.

BB watched the conversation of the 'big' boy and her dog little shyly so far. "Of course." She nodded now and flashed a smile to him. "Care for a competition?" She picked up some snow and made a snowball. "Dag Dexter should be the judge."

OK :D Too lazy to sign in and out, I'll use Kiddo's LJ with different icons as BB and Dag. Hope this isn't too confusing for you.

I just have given in to you, - Solan said to Dag with a smile, holding a new snowball in the hand. - I can throw snowballs so fast, that you will not catch them up!
He looked at the girl again. She was younger than him and much lower, but Solan did not know, who is she. He saw only Amazons before, and knew, what even the little girl can be the serious contender.
We should choose a target, I believe, - he has told, having made some more snowballs.

Hearing his answer, Dag just wagged his tail and barked provocatively. "Go on, boy!"

"A target, right." BB nodded and looked around. There was a three near to them but what should be a target? With sudden idea, she called the over excited dog and unbuckled the red collar he wore. "It'd take it, huh?" She asked as she tried to hang up the collar on the branches.
BB was just a seven years old girl and even if Kiddo planned training her one day they did not start the training yet. Most likely, she was not a match for Solan ... and she did not even intended herself to be as a matter of fact. It was just that she felt more comfortable at throwing snowball at a target than at other people.

Solan watched her actions closely, holding a snowball in the palm. He was without gloves, and his fingers have reddened on a cold.
Not bad, - he said, when BB hung up the collar on the branches, - I can bring it down from a branch or get a snowball through it. What will you choose?
He bragged a little bit, but did it only to hide his confusion.

The Snowball King of South Dakota.

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