[ The sound Meryl makes lands somewhere between a yelp and a shriek. It's not like she's ever seen a snowball, so being struck suddenly nearly launches her out of her skin.
She clamors to touch her shoulder, feeling a wet and cold patch. She looks at her hand, confused. Then she looks at him. He looks like a cat that got the cream. ]
You jerk! Broomhead! What do you think you're doing?!
[ she's stomping her foot and looking peeved. Still, some part of her is relieved. That's exactly kind of thing she'd expect from him. He's still the same Vash. ]
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She clamors to touch her shoulder, feeling a wet and cold patch. She looks at her hand, confused. Then she looks at him. He looks like a cat that got the cream. ]
You jerk! Broomhead! What do you think you're doing?!
[ she's stomping her foot and looking peeved. Still, some part of her is relieved. That's exactly kind of thing she'd expect from him. He's still the same Vash. ]