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He knew he was getting in to something when the student turned his head with a hurt face, the sloshy snowball flopping down the side and pretty much making a mockery of him. Without thinking, he couldn't stop himself from laughing openly at the Stag's face, a royal laugh that broke through the sudden stand-off silence, plumes of smoke oozing from his throat.

The only thing that stopped it was a well placed snowball, hitting him right in the shoulder, making the monster grunt from the cold, pushing it off his shirt before it could melt. He didn't feel like being soaking wet just yet. Pointing the student out, he attempted to make another snowball, but in his haste, his warm hands make it flimsy, and the best that Uller would have gotten would be a spray of snow bits and slush.

HE WAS TRYING, OKAY?

. . . Really?

Watching the boil go down from the slushy concoction he had thrown at him the final time, Eldrid's eyebrows shot up from a mixture of amusement and shock, not having expected the boil to go down as fast as he did, snowball flying a little awry and hitting some unsuspecting sideliner, elating the canine more than he should have been.

This was better than he expected.

Grabbing what he could from the remaining portion of his snow-puddle, he walked a little closer, pelting the stag with his snowball, a sort of limp-wristed throw, having such a close target.

"All's fair in war, mm?" He offered down to the Stag, tail still flicking behind himself contently.

Making a little snort, the furnace dog sort of tilted his head, charms in his hair kind of jingling a bit as he peered at the snow stag walking off dejectedly. This seemed odd - he had heard that winter creatures were usually pretty proud of their games, and this being one of them, it seemed strange that he was walking away when Eldrid was so open in front of him.

Clearing his throat, he placed his hands on his hips, giving the boil a look over. "I don't know what I would do if someone were to just suddenly throw another snowball at me. I seem so open suddenly." He tried to bade him on, hoping to cheer him up with a free through, glowing eyes looking over to him, like "you know you want to."

She was proud. SO PROUD. Chest puffing up with pride, Desu-chan knew her team was the best, the brightest, the most sugoi team any ghoul could ask for- And as Rage stood across the battlefield, (as what a lovely messy one it was. She did so love how perfectly flipped all the tables were), she resisted a smug smile. Surely that would show him. Show him that she indeed, was a champion of… whatever it was they had been fighting about. It didn’t matter anymore, she had wo-

What.



There was music.



Why was their music she didn’t ask for any music and that was so not her victory fanfare ringtone so what-



Rage’s voice rang out and Silver hair bounced as her head snapped up along with cell phone. He had- He had- HE HAD JACKING WHAT?



The ground shook, and Desu tried in vain to hold up her phone to take pictures of what was happening but as the tree sprouted she simply stared, phone in hand forgotten.

Just like the song, and SR’s angry bird sitting oh so cutely at the top. Looking to her boilfriend she hardly expected the next thing that was coming out of his mouth. But when she heard him say it? Jaw dropped, soundless as ever. Her cellphone fell into the snow, completely forgotten as her brain tried to process what he’d just said. What he had just asked. Stepping past the remains of her once proud fortress, she went unguarded to the open battlefield. She had left her cellphone behind. She had left it behind.

Mouth opened, then it closed as the ghould simply stared for the longest time at SR. Or what seemed the longest time.

Then… it was something that had never happened in the history of Halloween. No one had ever expected it, no one could have known it was even possible. it was like the universe had broken and collapsed in on itself and now they were living in a world where in fact everyone was really an alpaca with pink bubblegum fur and hooves of black licorice. But Desu spoke a single word. A word in nothing more than a whisper.





SR had clearly broken the other Trick or Treater.

West would find a Tart Treat Queen along with his other tart; perhaps his traitorous behavior had been forgotten by his mentor?

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Nope. West, you're a dead demon.

ALL PRIZES WILL BE SENT OUT ASAP!
-> Failure to post a claim after a few days will mean that you are forfeiting your prize! :<

Oh, Eldrid would continue to throw snowballs at the stag, feeling pretty joyful about this whole snowing thing and romance stuff. Giving the lad a push, he basically bolted a bit, hoping that the game would continue, even after all the sentimental feelings dissolved.


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If you threw at least one snowball in the previous round...
Tart Treat Rage or Desu?: De~su!