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Mathias was always minding his own business, his head bowed as he walked around and a scowl on his face because there were ghoul's abound, everywhere, always a potential threat to his common sense. Booted feet crossed the campus through the snow, frosty white ears twitching and swiveling to the various sounds that came from all directions, his foot falls crunching with each step.

He was feeling particularly surly today, for no reason other then that he had given this so called Santa his wish, but it had been to no avail. All he wanted was to be able to lift his head, to be able to look around, to see ghouls faces, to be able to dismiss their curves with a fleeting glance, without becoming tamed by the sight. That was all he wanted, and all he had asked for, but instead he had been given a chunk of coal.

Stupid fat man in his stupid red outfit with his stupid pepperminty scent! From now on, that smell would make him nauseated with righteous anger!

But all of those thoughts were driven from his mind when something cold collided with his back, something that sent him stumbling forward with a startled sound, his ears standing up straight and rigid, as snow then trickled down his back between his wings.

His face was flushing red when he whirled around, his hands balled into fists at his sides.

"Who vas throwing that?" He demanded, red eyes glowering, as he carefully scanned his surroundings, keeping his eyes as unfocused as possible.

That laughter. That obnoxious laughter. He recognized the tone of voice, even before he spotted scabby legs sporting mismatched socks. Inwardly he sighed while outwardly he looked absolutely livid.

"You." The word was a growled hiss, his upper lip peeling back from elongated fangs. "The pest. Of course it vas you." He dared to raise his gaze a little bit higher, noting how her hands were behind her back.

What was it her? Why was it always her? Couldn't she just leave him alone?

Too angry to just walk away, while also believing she would just throw another one if she did, he took several quick strides towards her, a slight hop in each step, before he raised both hands and attempted to shove her back into the snow, hard.

"Please be leaving me alone. Vill not tolerate harassing, even by small ghouls."

Mathias might have felt just a tad but bad when he shoved Helmut and she so easily collapsed into the snow without a fuss or fight. Maybe he'd just been too used to Jove, who would have darted out of the way, or Vanya who would not have gone down without either taking him down with her or just pummelling him for even trying.

A pest she might have been, but for all her obnoxious actions, Helmut did not seem to be a fighter, and when Mathias stepped back, his arms crossed over his chest and he hunched up his shoulders as she told him off, her grating, whining voice getting under his skin in more ways then just one.

For a time, he just stood there, head twisted slightly to the side. She was right. He was being mean, and he cringed slightly when she asked if he knew how to have fun. Of course he knew how!

And then, for whatever reason, maybe just for curiosities sake, he shifted his gaze for a quick peek, steeling himself to look away in haste if need be.

With her bone helm obscuring most of her face, and with her body being so scrawny and hidden by layers of clothing, he actually found he had little issue, and his body suddenly began to relax, red eyes meeting hers. It wasn't often he could look a ghoul in the eye and well...it was quite a relief to he able to do so now.

"I am thinking our ideas of fun are different." He said, his tone not quite so gruff as before. "I am maybe villing to try your fun, but vut are rules to game?"

There was only a slight pull towards being more complacent as his eyes continued to stay locked on hers, a small urge to try and make the ghoul that he looked upon happy, and right now it seemed that the best way to make her happy was to play her game. When she mentioned his eyes, however, he blinked, startled and taken a little bit aback, her voice loud enough to have his ears twitching backwards as though if they bent away from her the volume would go down.

"Ja. Meine Augen ist rot." He mumbled, forgetting himself for a moment and lapsing into his native language. "Is color of all volpertinger's eyes in pack." And he assumed in other packs as well, though he'd only met a few.

He was relieved to see that she seemed to have regained her previous joviality, and he took a few hesitant steps forward, feet crunching against the snow as he approached to look over her shoulder at what she was doing, nose twitching and ears swiveling back forward. Then, bending down, he attempted to mimic her actions in scooping up snow to pat down into a ball, though his claws sliced through the snow and made it difficult to pick any up at first. It made his fingers cold, as he had no gloves to wear, but eventually he had a snowball of his very own.

"No rules, nah?" He asked again, as if not quite understanding.

And then he promptly threw the snowball at her face.

"Red, red! Is red." He grumbled. "All of volpertingers eyes are red like mine."

Stupid language.

Mathias made a sound in the back of his throat at her description of her parents eyes. Squinty? Not a color! He would have loved to point that out but he had decided to try being nice, so he bit his tongue on the matter.

Though the snowball to the face probably suggested otherwise to his friendly intentions.

"Ha!" He grinned, large fangs exposed further by the motion, "I got yo---" His words cut off, first at her giggling, then because snow then hit him in the chest.

Ghouls were weird. This one was weirder then most but....in many ways, he could appreciate this game they were about to play, especially if he considered it as a type of competition.

With a smile on his face again, he barked out a short laugh of his own, then darted past her, giving her a shove with his shoulder while crouching down to scoop up snow in two of his hands, turning while moving away from her to throw it in a haphazard fashion towards her. It wasn't packed down properly in his haste, and it spread out in a white, powdery mist, some of which blew back in face, though the majority of it was headed her way.

Mathias nearly choked. Moon language? Of all the silly things he had ever heard her say, that one was right there in the top five!

Not that he should have even been the least bit surprised at this point. Again, he bit his tongue, keeping his sharp retorts to himself, though the sideways downward twitching of his ears might have been a pretty good hint of his agitation, anyways.

The snowball she sent sailing his way in retaliation got him in the back of the head, high up so that half of the snow ball settled on top of his head, nestled between two long ears and behind two horns that had become more slender and long, branching off into what could only be antlers. The snow immediately began to melt, sliding down the back of his neck, sending a cold chill literally down his spine. She had good aim! He would give her that at least.

Her words, however, garnered a response as he shook his head and pawed at the snow on top of it, skidding to a halt and turning to keep a more weary eye on his opponent. "I laugh often vhen enjoying good sport. Competition, battle. Is not good game unless physical challenge."

He didn't throw any more snow just yet, continuing to watch her carefully instead, not wanting to take his eyes off of her to grab for any snow in case that was the moment she chose to strike.

"I laugh more vhen it is obvious I am vinning." He pointed out with a narrowing of his eyes and slightly more cruel smile, though there was still a glint of good humor in his gaze.

When she dropped down to a crouch, he did the same, the opportunity to make his own snowball taken. Again, it was difficult, as his claws tended to slice through the snow, until he remembered it was easier to just cup his hands instead, to scoop snow from the ground into his palms before forming a snowball.

He then shot up right, holding his ammunition at the ready.

And then he just waited because clearly it was stand off time.

"Vhy do you care if I am happy?" He asked, his smile from before fading as a small frown creased his forehead. "Are not close vith me."