If it were less bitingly cold, maybe he would be less of a jerk to poor Futaba, huddled in her jacket desperately trying to die. But he's slowly beginning to lose feeling in his fingers and his teeth have begun to chatter despite the firm grit he has them in. ]
Then if you didn't throw it, who—
[ Is as far as he gets before she cries out. But guess what, it's fucking cold, and his reaction time is delayed considerably, enough that when he finally turns around, he promptly gets beaned right in the face.
RIP Shinji, RIP the remainder of his precious body heat as he topples backwards and falls into the snow. At least he made a nice little snow angel imprint. ]
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If it were less bitingly cold, maybe he would be less of a jerk to poor Futaba, huddled in her jacket desperately trying to die. But he's slowly beginning to lose feeling in his fingers and his teeth have begun to chatter despite the firm grit he has them in. ]
Then if you didn't throw it, who—
[ Is as far as he gets before she cries out. But guess what, it's fucking cold, and his reaction time is delayed considerably, enough that when he finally turns around, he promptly gets beaned right in the face.
RIP Shinji, RIP the remainder of his precious body heat as he topples backwards and falls into the snow. At least he made a nice little snow angel imprint. ]