Evan didn't often go to places like the hotsprings. Usually there were too many people and in truth he wasn't the most welcome in crowds. He was rather used to people thinking oddly of him.

He mulls over the idea. "I think I'd enjoy that." he says. At least a little bit. Though with the weather he thinks perhaps that is a trip better spent on another time. When things calm down, for all they knew the place wasn't even open at the moment due to the weather. he hadn't exactly been one to check.

"Maybe later, next year some time I will." it doesn't don on him that lars might just mean visiting it together.

Laurence Anderson

"Hm?" Evan turns to him. The blank look shows he wasn't quite aware at all.

"Oh. You meant.. together."

He looks away out in front of the two of them for a moment, following the path of the park. He has to take a moment to think about it, there's a want to say yes, an instinctual need to run before this sucks him in too strongly. After a moment he lets go of Lars' hand and jogs out in front of him. He's silent the entire way.

Evan bends down to scoop up a handful of snow, patting it down with fingers that will soon be ice cold, It'll be worth it, he thinks, as he turns around and without hesitation throws the snowball at Laurence Anderson.

"Only if you can beat me in a snowball fight."

And without a second thought he's off making another snowball.

Laurence Anderson

Evan turns in time for the clump of snow to make contact with his chest, bursting outwards across his torso. The man laughs, it's the best case scenario, he's been taken up on the challenge. And more than that it proves something far more crucial, something that makes it a little more worthwhile to maybe visit the hotsprings with the other man.

He's willing to have a little fun.

"You'll need to do better than that."

He reaches for an extra scoops of snow, making this one much bigger than before. The man darts behind a bench with a surprising swiftness compared to his usually clunky footsteps. He's putting effort in for once.

Red devil eye emerge from the hiding place, throwing the next snowball before ducking down to make yet another.

Laurence Anderson

One hits his shoulder mid duck, the other flies right over his head and he's laughing on his way down. The two of them must look like children by now, playing in the schoolyard. Evan doesn't dwell on the image long before gathering up more snow. He peaks over the edge of the bench and waits, watching for the other man to stand again to take his chance.

When he's certain he'll hit true he throws, aiming to get Lars square in the chest.

Laurence Anderson

"Are you okay?" the playful smile drops in an instant when he hears the ther man say something about the last one hurting. Was there a rock in it he didn't see? Had he hit him in the face when he wasnt meaning to?

Evan's already hopping over the back of the bench and heading in Lars' direction. Worry apparent on his face because the last thing he wanted to have happen was the other man getting hurt.

That was entirely against the point of a snowball fight.

Laurence Anderson

He's met part way with icecold in his facce and the look that surfaces after he shakes the snow off is both stunned and mildly impressed.

"Fine then." He looks at lars, surprisingly straight faced.

"We'll play it that way."

Without hesitation Evan is closing the gap between the two of them. Without hesitation he Tackles the man into the snow bank behind him. After all, he's fine right? In more ways than one

Laurence Anderson

They hit the snow pile and lars seems to waste no time with going for his sides, a valid and perhaps even smart decision on his part. Evan wiggles about, arms reaching to cover his sides and he tries o contain his laughter but it doesn't quite work.

Giggles give way to the full belly joyous laughter the man is known for. Before long he's reaching for Lars's sides in much the same form of retaliation.

Two can play the tickle game after all.

Laurence Anderson