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Knock, knock
"It's like a door," Reki laughed, "It's so hollow!" Langa only nodded, watching Reki go to the trees and knock on every single one of them like it was the best thing in the world. Langa didn't mind, though. If it was the best thing in Reki's word, then it was the best thing in Langa's world.
"Langa, c'mere!" Reki yelled, forcing Langa to jog over to the tree. "Knock on this one, it really sounds like a door!" Langa's face turned to one of confusion, "So which one sounds like a door?" he replies, "Haven't you said that for all of them?" Reki immediately shushes him, putting his index finger on Langa's mouth. Langa grabs his wrist, removing his hand and giving an ill-humored look.
"What?" Reki laughs. He kneels down, picking up a ball of snow and throwing it at Langa.
"Oh, you're on!" Langa yells, picking up a snowball of his own and chucking it at Reki.
Reki dodges it, throwing a pre-made snowball at Langa again. Langa's horrible dodging skills get the best of him, and he gets hit with the snowball right at his chest.
Reki chuckles, "For someone who grew up in the snow, you suck at this!" Langa glares at him, picking up large snowball and throwing it as hard and fast as he can, making sure Reki won't be able to-
The snowball misses him.
Reki starts dying laughing, earning another glare from Langa. "It's not that funny," He pouts. "Didn't you say you used to play baseball?" Reki asks, walking back up to Langa. "Baseball? I've never played baseball," Langa asks in confusion, because he's literally never played sports other than snowboarding and skateboarding. Reki chuckles nervously, "Oh, really? I thought it was you who told me that." Langa just looks even more lost. "Uh, no. That was probably Miya or something." Reki replies with a quiet "oh."
Reki speaks after a minute of silence. "This is nice."
"Hm?" Langa's head tilts.
"The snow," Reki answers. "I've never seen it in person before."
"I can't relate." Langa jokes.
Reki elbows him in the arm. "You don't say."
Langa scowls at him (for probably the millionth time today), rubbing his arm.
Eventually, Langa looks at Reki’s hands, noticing how they’re shivering, even with his thick gloves.
“Reki, you’re shaking,” he speaks, wrapping his hands around Reki’s. Reki looks up at him for a second, before looking back down at their intertwined hands and pulling back. “It’s fine,” Reki replies nervously.
Langa grabs Reki’s wrist, “We’re going back inside,”
“No, seriously, don’t worry about it!”
“Reki.”
“Alright, alright,” Reki groans. “Fine.”
Langa grabs Reki’s hands again, keeping them warm as they walk back into the winter cabin.