[When the flurry of powder from Nyx's latest crash landing fades, he will find a familiar gentleman watching him. Regis has finally found a winter coat that fits him halfway decently, so he's made his way out to join the festivities. The look on his face is a serious one, but as is so often the case there is a twinkle in his eyes giving away his true feelings. Right now, those true feelings are barely concealed amusement.
Or is that barely concealed mischievousness? Because that totally is a snowball he's casually tossing up in down in his gloved hand.]
Is this just going to be a thing now? You tumbling to a stop at my feet?
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Or is that barely concealed mischievousness? Because that totally is a snowball he's casually tossing up in down in his gloved hand.]
Is this just going to be a thing now? You tumbling to a stop at my feet?