#WRITES A WALL ABT SNOWBALL FIGHTS AJGKDJGKGDM

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@lcstkey: [ snowball fight ]  for the sender to throw a snowball at the receiver and initiate a snowball fight [Simon]

it's another one of those nights -- where simon is locked in the evidence room for so long he nearly forgets what the outside air feels like . it's not a time he enjoys , and he certainly knows the benefits of taking a break , but he can't bring himself to stop working . this is an obvious flaw of his -- one that is occasionally tempered by a caring friend , but not tonight . tonight , he doesn't find himself wandering to the exit of the precinct until . . . well , an embarrassingly late hour .

he's not alone , though . there is another body in the building , working themselves to the bone . simon insists to himself that he doesn't care , that he barely knows detective wolfsong , and that she is more than capable of taking care of her own needs . undeniably , though , he is glad to see her following behind as he walks out the door . he shares a small greeting , a weary attempt at politeness , before carrying on .

it's horrendously cold outside . simon can't help but shiver as the wind hits his face , but keeps walking , not entirely in the mood to make small talk -- and supposing she must not be , either . it's late , after all .

he stops in his tracks when a force -- a cold force -- slams into his shoulder blade . slowly , the prosecutor turns , looking almost menacing until he grins , reaches down , and scoops snow into his bare hands .

he almost can't believe he -- they -- are doing this , but right now , he's too tired to care . how long has it been since he had the simple pleasure of a snowball fight ? just for this moment , simon elects to discard all pretenses , all need to put up a front , and decides to simply . . . have fun .

he throws a snowball back at her .