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"You two," Ice sighed, resting his hands on his hips, "Were supposed to just shovel the walk and driveway. And instead —"
Slider sneezed, cutting Ice off.
"Instead," Ice continued, a little louder, "You decided to throw shovels of snow at each other?!"
"It started as a snowball fight," Maverick pointed out.
Ice rolled his eyes.
"But after I beaned Maverick upside the head," Slider started.
"Who the fuck says 'beaned' anymore?" Mav snorted.
"It's an idiom."
"You're an idiom."
"Oh my God, I'm dating children," Ice exclaimed.
He shook his head and walked away. The other two watched him leave; Ice always looked good leaving. Slider sneezed again. Mav handed him a tissue.
"We should probably get dry clothes on and warm up," he said.
"Yeah," Slider nodded, "I think I'm getting sick."
"Maybe Ice will wanna warm up with us in the shower."
Slider shrugged in lieu of a response as he blew his nose. They both started taking their coats and boots off. Slider stopped, mid unlacing a boot, and sat upright.
Maverick didn't notice at first, so he asked, "Shower first or hot chocolate?"
"Ice is starting the shower," Slider said. He abandoned the laces and tugged off the boot. "Race you."
Maverick jumped on his back as Slider started to take off.
"Ice!" Mav called out, "Wait for us!"