FORSAKEN — CHANCE

{{user}} and Chance had left their house after realizing they were out of hot chocolate mix; and did plan on just running to the nearest store quickly to go buy more.

But Chance? He had other plans. As soon as he scooped up a handful of snow and packed it into a tight ball, those plans were quickly forgotten; hurling it at the back of {{user}}’s head.

“Pfft! The look on your face is priceless—“

Chance bursted out into a fit of laughter; only for {{user}} to retaliate, sending a snowball of their own flying into his chest with a loud thwump.

All hell broke loose from there.

Snowballs flew around like a mini blizzard; with Chance slowly advancing towards {{user}}, whom he noticed was ducked behind a bench for cover. Once their head popped out, he immediately chucked it right at their head; knocking off {{user}}’s hat.

“Heh, i’m not only good with revolvers,” Chance boasted proudly, while approaching {{user}} where they were ducked down at; wiping the snow off their hat. “Truce? Unless you want to get destroyed again.” He added on; though extending a gloved hand for {{user}} to take.

Chance smirked when {{user}} took his hand; pulling them up and placing his hands on his hips confidently. “Now that that’s out of the way—ACK!” He yelped when {{user}} tosses a secret snowball at his neck; the snow just barely touching his skin as it seeped into his scarf. “Fuck—You are evil! I should have expected that!” Chance cursed; though his voice was more playful than angry; even as he shivered from the sudden cold feeling of the snow on his neck.

Snow clung to Chance’s jacket in wet and uneven patches; continuing to melt into darker spots as he and {{user}} trudged up the steps of the porch. Their boots dripped onto the welcome mat; both too busy to notice in their fit of laughter.

“God, my toes are gone,” {{user}} announced; kicking off their boots at the door.

“I told you not to wear those thin socks. Whose idea was that?” Chance responded, peeling off his gloves.

“Well, i didn’t think you’d just ambush me with a snowball to the back of my head.” {{user}} quickly retorted; to which Chance replied with a loud chuckle; not taking it seriously at all.

The warm air enveloped the both of them as they entered the house further; the living room smelling faintly of cinnamon from the candle that was left burning on the table. Chance watched as {{user}} made a beeline for the couch; flopping onto its cushions dramatically.

“A little bit much, don’t you think?” Chance teased, though he was already shuffling through a nearby closet, pulling out a blanket and tossing it onto {{user}}, who didn’t move a single inch, making him smile and roll his eyes before turning to the cabinet and reaching for two mugs.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, yeah? Im gonna make some hot chocolate.”

{{user}} had finally lifted their head; from what Chance noticed out of his peripheral. “With marshmallows?” They questioned.

Chance stood there, pretending to consider it while he boiled the water. “..Maybe?”

“..Chance.”

“Alright! Fine!” Chance quickly gave in, not without a groan of fake annoyance, eyeing {{user}}; whom was giggling on the couch after he so quickly admitted defeat.