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Snow Demons.

((So today I was walking and there was this massive cliff in the distance. Like, a huge, huge cliff. And right at the top, on a ledge was... a sofa. A HUGE COUCH JUST CASUALLY SITTING ON TOP OF A CLIFF. No houses in sight. ))

"This is awesome!"

Vincent grinned, looking at Scott. He was inside the igloo that they'd made together, wearing a bright pink snow jacket and his normal black pants. Pink was the only spare jacket colour Vincent had left, but seeing as Scott had admitted to wearing his sister's dresses, Vincent had a feeling he didn't exactly mind wearing a feminine colour.

Scott peered out at Vincent, "Aren't you going to come in? It's really cool in here."

Vincent rolled his eyes, but smiled, ducking in through the small entrance they'd made and standing up inside the little house.

It was only small - hardly big enough for the both of them - but Vincent had to admit it was pretty cool - and not just because he was getting frostbite.

Scott grinned, "We should take a photo of this. Wait here, I'll go get my phone." He ran out of the igloo towards the house.

Vincent smiled, then traced a small heart on the wall of the snowy abode. Underneath the heart, he drew 'Vincent and Scott Made This'.

Scott reappeared, snapping a photo of Vincent inside the igloo, "Smile!"

Vincent spun around to look at him, "Hey, I wasn't ready. You're supposed to say 'smile' before you take the photo."

"Fine. Smile," As soon as the word left his mouth, Scott took another photo.

Vincent rolled his eyes, but laughed, "You're such a child."

Scott grinned, "You know you love me."

Vincent narrowed his eyes, "Oh, trust me. I know I do."

Scott laughed, blushing slightly. He looked down at his phone, "Oh, what do you know. I was actually recording all that time..." He turned the video off and smiled, "That one's a keeper."

Vincent leaned down, pretending to smooth part of the wall over, but he scooped up a little bit of snow, "Take another video. I want this to be on tape."

Scott tilted his head, "Want what to be on tape?" But he pressed the record button on his phone, "Okay, it's rolling."

Vincent stood up, and threw the snowball right at Scott's chest.

Scott stumbled back a little, "Oh. Oh, it is so on!" He leaned down, scooping up a huge snowball and throwing it. It hit Vincent right on the face. Half-melted snow ran down his neck into his snow-jacket.

"Aaah!" Vincent hissed, "That's cold! You're so evil."

"Scott reins supreme!" Scott cheered, "That's what you g-Mmf!" A snowball had just got him square in the mouth.

Vincent doubled over in laughter, "That's priceless! You should see your face right now!"

Scott spat out snow, "Oww. That really hurt, Vincent."

Vincent's grin disappeared, "Oh, whoops. You okay?"

Scott frowned slightly, putting a hand to his mouth, "Not really."

"I didn't mean it," Vincent walked forwards, standing beside Scott, "You wanna go inside?"

Scott nodded slightly, but before Vincent could move again he suddenly leaped forwards, pulling at Vincent's snow jacket and putting a handful of snow down his shirt.

Vincent jumped back, "Aah! Ah, ah, ah! Cold, cold, cold!"

Scott cackled evilly, "Sucker."

"You bet I am," Vincent mumbled.