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"Oh…I thought you were going to take me, but alright. Let me start taking flying lessons and I’ll let you know."
"I mean maybe I could. I’ve never tried to fly with anyone for a long distance before. Guess I’ve gotta try with someone sometime, right? What could possibly go wrong?”
"Extreme heights, really high speeds, and a potentially life-threatening fall if I can’t do it. When do we leave?"
"For the last time, I’m not a snowman! I don’t melt when it gets warm.”
“Really? Couldn’t tell.”
“Y’look like a snowman t’us. Plus, the name Frost throws some people off just a bit.”
"If I’m a snowman does that make the two of you Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dumb?"
I can’t keep threads short.
Every time I make a reply they just gradually get longer and longer.
Holy crap, he managed to hit Jack, awesome, now the trick was to do it again. That might or might not be possible, screw it, this was finally turning into fun.
And, then goes Jack getting the better of him. He gave a very manly squeak, that snowball was really cold. “Fucking-!” he huffed, and frowned at him. “I can handle you with or without your magic.”
It was a good thing Jack had landed because he just about lost it at Percy’s indignant squeak. The spirit snorted with laughter and leaned forward against his staff for support. The laughter fell short at Percy’s little boast, and a devious smirk replaced the smile that’d lingered.
"You think so, huh? You asked for it then. I just hope you’re fast, kiddo."
Jack flipped his crook over into the snow at his feet. Fern-like tendrils danced across the powder and dragged it into a dozen or so snowballs. He pulled the crook up and passed it over them, each of them glowing a light blue in the staff’s wake.
"You see, these guys are enchanted to throw themselves. Usually I just leave them places for pranks, ya know? No real target, just whoever happens to find them, this time though…"
He didn’t need to finish the sentence. As if they’d been waiting for a cue, the snowballs wriggled back and forth before, one after the other, they launched themselves at Percy.