Snow!

A/N: Right, it's snowing outside. Have a chapter about snow and junk. New poll on my pro, decides on what I write next, so please vote.

I sit alone, staring at the snow.

Pure white, the very picture of innocence. And like innocence, so easily corrupted.

I scatter some dirt onto the snow, and sigh.

Before I came to this world, I'd never seen snow like this. Nice and powdery. The only snow I'd even heard of was that at Snowpoint, and the magic that was corrupting that place had turned everything closer to ice than this soft, wonderful-feeling phenomena of nature. To think, I had once been as pure as the snow, years before Gano-

Pumf!

I shook my head slightly, and vocalized my confusion in an eloquent and calm way.

"What the hell?"

Pumf!

"Ow, what the-"

Pumf! Pumfpumfpumf!

"Fuck!" I leapt to my feet, the picture of heroic strength, and turned to face where I though my attacker was.

Said attacker immediately managed to throw a projectile which, instead of dissipating like the others, skewered itself onto my ear.

I yelled heroically ("Ah! Cold! Cold! Coooooooooooold!") and dislodged said projectile, getting a good view as it crumbled... into snow.

Someone was weaponizing the snow! Using it as some form of crude projectile for their own amusement! How dare-

Pumf! PumfPumfPumfPumfPumfPumfPumfPumfPumfPumfPumfPumfPumfPumf!

I made the tactical decision to throw myself to the ground in order to minimize the enemy's possible target, and survey the situation. Clearly-

Pumf.

The decision turned out to be a bad one, as I earned a faceful of crude projectile.

"Heh, totally knocked you on your ass." My ears perked up at the voice of my companion and leman, Tira. I realized that it was she who had been utilizing the crude projectiles to humiliate and harm me. I grabbed a handful of snow and attempted to retaliate with my own crude projectile, which dissipated en route to it's target; namely, Tira's big dumb head.

"Dude. You can't make a snowball worth a shit, can you?" Tira chuckled, then walked over and kneeled beside me. "Here, let me show you." She took my larger hands in hers, and helped me form a snowball. As our hands touched, I looked into her eyes and found myself compelled to speak.

"You're eyes are so... beautiful. Looking into them really helps me remember why I love this world..."

She blushed lightly. "Oh, Link..."

"Tira..." I leaned closer to her. "I want you to know something."

She moved closer to me, smirking through her blush. "Really? What is it?"

I gave her a smirk of my own, and lightly touched my lips to hers. "Always..." I slipped an arm into the snow, and shoveled a handful down the open top of her shirt, making sure to slip some inside of her brassiere. "Wear a closed shirt on cold days." I then fell backwards into the snow, using my other arm to pull her on top of me.

"Y-you asshole!"

A/N: Right, slight experimentation on my writing style, lemme know what you think. Leman is an older-english version of girlfriend, by the way. And yes, I do consider the girls who complain about the cold while showing off their cleavage to be morons.