[ They go for a while longer, running in loopy circles, landing hits on one another, laughing, calling out any time one of them misses terribly or gets off a particularly spectacular hit. This goes on for a while until, finally, Cisco sees Rey's hands. He stops running, holding up a hand to stop her, breathing hard, hair a mess. ]
Hold up- hold up! Are you... do you not have gloves on?
[ He comes trotting over to Rey, then, heedless of the advantage he might be giving her if she chooses to throw one last snowball his direction. His brow is growing furrowed with worry as he gets closer and sees that, yes, she is definitely not wearing gloves and her hands are definitely bright red from the cold. ]
Come on, let's get inside, my cabin's that one right there.
[ He gestures to the closest of the little cabins. ]
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Hold up- hold up! Are you... do you not have gloves on?
[ He comes trotting over to Rey, then, heedless of the advantage he might be giving her if she chooses to throw one last snowball his direction. His brow is growing furrowed with worry as he gets closer and sees that, yes, she is definitely not wearing gloves and her hands are definitely bright red from the cold. ]
Come on, let's get inside, my cabin's that one right there.
[ He gestures to the closest of the little cabins. ]