[M.K. was weaving through the crowd, hands in the pocket of her hoodie when a snowball crashed squarely on her back. She stopped dead in her tracks, only momentarily confused by the fact that there was a snowball. Inside. When it wasn't winter.
Okay...
She spun around, inspected the offending ball of ice, and then scanned the room. She smirked. Even laughed a bit.]
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Okay...
She spun around, inspected the offending ball of ice, and then scanned the room. She smirked. Even laughed a bit.]
Alright, who threw that?