[She's just going to smudge that snow all over his front.]
I'd much rather a large extension of my arms than my feet.
[She is about to lean down and kiss his red nose when the sound of someone's shouts come closer and closer, and she doesn't register that they are telling them to move until it is too late, and they are suddenly sprayed with snow as the person tries to come to a stop and fails, wiping out near them instead. Benedikta buries her face in his snow-covered jacket, shielding herself from it.
When she lifts her head, she shoots said person a look, even if they can't see her. THEY WERE HAVING A CUTE MOMENT.]
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I'd much rather a large extension of my arms than my feet.
[She is about to lean down and kiss his red nose when the sound of someone's shouts come closer and closer, and she doesn't register that they are telling them to move until it is too late, and they are suddenly sprayed with snow as the person tries to come to a stop and fails, wiping out near them instead. Benedikta buries her face in his snow-covered jacket, shielding herself from it.
When she lifts her head, she shoots said person a look, even if they can't see her. THEY WERE HAVING A CUTE MOMENT.]
That may be a sign that we should move.