For fuck's sake. They're still talking, and smiling at one another, but Sabine doesn't make good on her threat, quick to distract. Spying something else that needs snow terrorism, she goes racing off, all leaps and bounds and the flitter of a flag hastily braided into her hair.
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For fuck's sake. They're still talking, and smiling at one another, but Sabine doesn't make good on her threat, quick to distract. Spying something else that needs snow terrorism, she goes racing off, all leaps and bounds and the flitter of a flag hastily braided into her hair.