Aarne stared at Isamu. "You may need to keep your snowball if you walk around here saying anger is a sign of the least skilled. The punks might bust your mouth or that crazy ginger."
Aarne might be snickering but he's serious. He's not sure about Viktor or the ginger but he knew Vars and he didn't take insults, perceived or otherwise, very well.
"Rik is here but you're outnumbered by Danes." Aarne climbed out of the dunking booth to join the twins. He was shaking the snow out of his clothes and sneakily collecting snow in one hand. If Isamu is distracted, he might end up with snow down the back of his coat. Aarne would never turn on his one of his favorite partners in crime.
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Aarne might be snickering but he's serious. He's not sure about Viktor or the ginger but he knew Vars and he didn't take insults, perceived or otherwise, very well.
"Rik is here but you're outnumbered by Danes." Aarne climbed out of the dunking booth to join the twins. He was shaking the snow out of his clothes and sneakily collecting snow in one hand. If Isamu is distracted, he might end up with snow down the back of his coat. Aarne would never turn on his one of his favorite partners in crime.