#concertodeuce

"You guys in need of a snow day?~" He asked the newcomers, a lopsided smirk present on his pale face. "Because you've come to the right place~"

"No...goodness no! He didn't know what he was saying."

Jack shrugged it off, he had been around for a long time. But for some reason, it hadn't felt that long. He fell back into the snow, and childishly waved his arms and legs, creating a snow angel. He smiled to himself, something secret. "Sometimes, I don't know if i'm 318 years old, or simply a child. Aren't we all a child at heart?" He glanced up at the brunette. He liked seeing her smile. "Do you like snowdays?"

“Man, what are those things? Jello?” Sora tilts his head, incongruously disconcerted by the appearance of several globule creatures that had already begun their sluggish but frighteningly terrifying advance toward his feet with the consistency of mashed potatoes. “They kinda’ remind me of the flan Mom makes during Thanksgiving.” he comments to no one in particular, swerving his torso to the left to avoid one creature hell-bent on grappling his face. Tilting his head to the side, he spots a few people already hard at work with cutting up the monsters to pieces. “Heeeeey, be careful!” he calls, and like any good protagonist-slash-winsome hero, he dives right into the fray. “Let me help you out!”