someday the dream will end.

“Come and get me!”  He knew full well Tidus can and will run after him.  But, this is probably the most fun he’s had on the island, so, he’ll let it slide-

“Yeah???”  He suddenly skidded to a stop and turned around, scooping up some more snow and throwing it his way.

“That one’s for the road!”  He was ready to run if Tidus started for him again though-

“Oh HELL no”  

Abort!!  Shadow threw any snow he had and brought himself packing.  He was not letting Tidus any closer to him than he already was.  “You take things too far!”

“I look forward to it!”  The friendly banter was fun, but when Tidus’s shot did connect, Shadow let out a gentle ‘oof’.

“There’ll only be one of us left standing by the end of this, and it’s not going to be you!  I promise you that!”  He was already gathering more snow in his hand and forming it as quickly as he could.

“ Don’t mess with the star of the Zanarkand Abes! ” He grins, thrilled with his efforts, then ducks behind a car parked on the side of the street. An idea strikes him; trouble accompanied by the determined furrow of brows. He picks up a handful of snow, but doesn’t really bother to pack it. 

Tidus skitters to shove together a snowball. Admittedly, though, he’s not very good at it. Not much snow in Dream Zanarkand, after all. Clumsy hands need time to pack his ammunition together, and there’s more than enough time for another shot while he feverishly works.

“Ha!  Do you think I’m scared of this powdered ice!  I encourage your best shot, make it count!”  While Tidus was busy putting together one snowball, Shadow had already made a few more.

“You need to work faster than that if you hope to show me what for, fool!”  And he’s already pelting Tidus with a couple more snowballs, followed by devilish laughter.

“ Geh--!! ”

He raises his shoulder to catch the incoming shots, since he’s now aware of the fact he’s under attack and alert. The cold doesn’t feel good, but it’s better than having it crawl down his spine. 

Be careful about the audible complaining!  A demon brat might take advantage of your whining and chuck a snowball your way-

Thwack!

Right on the back of the neck. He’s not expecting it, after all. When that cold snow trickles down the back of his shirt, you bet he’s letting out a yelp and scrambling to shake it loose. But he’s also a multitasker, whipping around to look for-- and spot-- the culprit. “ You! Oh, you’re in for it now! Do you have any idea what this arm can do? ”

  “ Well–” a giggle. “ It’s not a joke or anything of that sort, I was just….remembering something funny my friends did back home. ”

:Demigod, technically speaking. Half mortal, half god. So don’t worry about worshiping me.” He says that to everyone, because he just loves reusing his jokes until someone laughs at them. “Hephaestus, Greek god the forge and fire is the one who was saddled with me. Never met the guy except once in a dream after I found out who I was. It’s not a happy life, negative ten out of ten would not recommenced. We ain’t like Odysseus’ Odyssey.”