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It was a decision made in between Tim turning away and Lucy‘s hand in the flour pot. A decision that she might regret later… but she was still a little annoyed over Tim‘s win with the baby powder bomb in her rookie year. So she - quite frankly - couldn’t care less about regretting it.
“Tim?”
“Hm?”
The moment he turned towards her again, Lucy’s hand catapulted out of the flour pot like her life depended on it, a trail of thin powder following her, as she threw it right into his face.
He gasped, before instinctively clamping his mouth shut, just standing there for a second, his whole face covered in flour.
And Lucy?
Lucy burst out laughing at the mere sight.
“Lucy.”, he grumbled admonishingly, his voice being fully overshadowed by his girlfriend’s heartfelt laughter.
“You look good, Mister Snowman.”, she cackled- and she only looked away for a second. Just a single second that was enough for Tim to reach into the flour pot turning Lucy’s face pale as well.
She almost breathed in the powder, wheezing in surprise as the cold hit her, the tingly sensation on her face urging her to wipe it off immediately.
But she started this. And she certainly wouldn’t back down down…