[Marc has no idea what horrors lay within the hole in the snow. The snole.]
Ffffshp-puh!
[Fukawa spits out the filthy snow she'd just been forced to eat, head and shoulders raised laboriously.]
I'm n-not hurt, you — w-wait. You?
[She's managed to raise herself high enough to get a blinking grasp of the situation. Her glasses may be unseated and dusted with white flakes, but she's near-sighted, and even if she weren't she can damn well recognize that white mask with the moon on top.
Fukawa wheezes. Just as inelegantly as she fell, she scrambles back and away from him. The thick snowfall doesn't let her get very far, she's just wedging further into the drift.]
no subject
Ffffshp-puh!
[Fukawa spits out the filthy snow she'd just been forced to eat, head and shoulders raised laboriously.]
I'm n-not hurt, you — w-wait. You?
[She's managed to raise herself high enough to get a blinking grasp of the situation. Her glasses may be unseated and dusted with white flakes, but she's near-sighted, and even if she weren't she can damn well recognize that white mask with the moon on top.
Fukawa wheezes. Just as inelegantly as she fell, she scrambles back and away from him. The thick snowfall doesn't let her get very far, she's just wedging further into the drift.]
YOU! Y-YOU STAY BACK! I'M W-WARNING YOU!
[He did promise her an ass-whooping online.]