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“Please Cody?” Rex had the tooka eyes down pat at this point and there was only so long Cody could resist them, so he sighed and nodded, taking the proffered toboggan. Rex cheered, and he cheered again when they finally situated themselves on the sled, and again when they started to slide.
Now that Cody had given in, he would not be allowed to stop, and so they went again, and again, and again until they were both starting to shiver, the thermal under-layers that supplemented their blacks totally soaked through.
“Okay, we need to go get dried off.” Cody said as they came to rest at the end of the slope, surrounded by frolicking brothers, all the more encouraged by the involvement of their commanders. Snowball fights had begun at some point, and Cody didn’t think anything more than clankers would get them to stop.
“One more?” Rex asked, and Cody sighed again, because he didn’t want to stop either, but he was supposed to be the responsible older brother.
“Fine. One more.”
They pushed off from the top once more into the rush of snow and wind. Someone shouted Cody’s name, but anything else they said was lost. Still, Cody glanced over his shoulder, and missed that they had drifted off course until they plowed into a giant snow drift, the sheer mass of it arresting their movement.
For a moment, Cody just laid there, stunned, his mouth and his cold-weather cap full of snow.
“Oof.” Rex groaned, rolling over onto Cody. “That was fun.”
“It was.” Cody agreed, flailing a little as his little brother’s knees dug into gaps in his armour. “But I’m going to turn into an ice cube in a minute.” Rex gasped dramatically and hauled Cody up.
“We can’t have that.”