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[It's hard being Erika. It's hard and no one understands. Freelance detective work, private investigator, stalker, whatever it is, she does it because it's something to do and it keeps her mind working and even though she still gets cheap thrills from spilling someone's secrets, it's just not very satisfying. Even if she wasn't toning herself down, compared to Beatrice's game, not many people can really measure up.

In short, Erika is bored and bored Erika means clinging to someone and whining until something interesting happens.

Dragging herself down the street like a child on the verge of a temper tantrum, she spots Mikado. Just leaving the house apparently. Erika hadn't realised she was walking this way but it's not surprising. Mikado is a good enough cure for boredom.

Erika gathers up some snow and ducks into a niche between two houses. Checking that it's packed good and tight. Then calling out once he's in range.]

Mikado, look! [And then throwing the snowball as hard as she can.]

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Eh...?

[Reflexes? What are those. Mikado ends up with a face full of snowball and confusion but, maybe surprisingly, his reaction isn't just to stand there in a daze. Wiping his face off with his arm, he immediately bends down to scoop up a handful of snow, packing it rather expertly as he strides towards Erika's hiding place.]

An ambush is playing dirty, Erika-chan.

[And then he throws it hard and surprisingly well. He may suck at combat but he at least knows snowball fights well.]

[Oh, unexpected indeed. Erika had assumed that Mikado was probably a failure at snowball fights. It means Mikado earns a genuine shriek as the snowball smacks into her face.]

Cold! That was really cold!

[But she shakes it off and grins.] I fight fair. I did warn you. If you aren't fast enough, that's your fault.

[And whipping a snowball she'd been forming behind her back before ducking out of the niche. Definitely need a better place to hide if he's actually any good.]

[Grabbing up more snow as he runs after her. He did grow up in a rural town in a snowy area. With Masaomi as a best friend no less. He does know some things.]

That was definitely not playing fair.

[Another snowball flung after her, but running means his aim isn't as good. And also means he has to pause to get more ammo before he follows again, also looking out of places to duck behind if she retaliates.]

[Erika might have been friendless but some rough combat training is worth something. It's a bare miss, hitting one of her twin tails instead. They spin as she suddenly turns and throws another snowball with a grin.]

It was very fair! Only the loser of a fight complains about the terms.

[Ducking quickly behind some stairs. Need to form some more ammo. Hopefully a few shots worth.]

What's the winner get, then?

[He takes the stairs up right over her, not too high but enough. Less ammo but she has to come out of hiding to hope to hit him, high ground for his own shot, and then he can jump right down.]

The satisfaction of rubbing the loser's face in it? Unless you have some sadistic urge in mind.

[Erika knows she has to come out and he's waiting for it. Only thing she can think to do is come out wild. Jumping out, she doesn't even look before throwing a few snowballs and hoping it's a good distraction.]

If you say it that way it's like you're already conceding, you know.

[He ducks behind the railing and then leaps up, throwing his own snowy missiles as he jumps over the railing instead of climbing down, so he can chase faster.]

[Catches her hair again. Erika can't aim as well but she doesn't mind throwing herself around to dodge. She does spin around with a grin, swinging herself around a lamppost for just enough coverage to lob a few bombs out.]

I already know what my prize will be! But I need to let you think you'll win so your defeated face will look even sweeter!

[These hit, and Mikado scoops up some more ammo and hides himself against a wall. Not the best cover but better than nothing.]

What kind of sadism is that?

[Giggling.] The intellectual kind. Who needs trophies or rewards when you can memorize the face your opponent makes at the moment of defeat? No chemical high can beat the brain's natural delights.

[Sure the wall isn't good cover but Erika wants a good hit. She grabs the lamppost and pulls herself up it, hanging off the side to toss again. Of course, it means she's well exposed, too.]

You have the weirdest hobbies.

[Ducking down and rolling another bit of ammo as she pelts him, he stands and throws for her. Of course even if he hits, he's already covered in snow.]

[Lucky for him, getting hit means falling off the lamppost. At least she's fine. You wouldn't even know she fell from how Erika jumps back to her feet.

Wobbling and dizzy but totally good.]

I think you mean the best hobbies!

[...Wait she doesn't have ammo. Duck and reload time.]

[Oops. Forgetting the game because, uh, dumped her on her butt from a high perch. He starts to walk towards her, concerned despite her dumb pointing and posturing.]

Erika-chan? Are you okay?

[What no, he isn't supposed to do that.]

H-Hey, don't show any sympathy to your opponent like that! How can I enjoy your crushed look after a face like that? [Pouting and shoving a snowball in his face.]

Ack! H-hey!

[Snock in his face god that's cold. He flails a bit and wipes it off and jeez Erika you are such a jerk. He was worried!]

[Mikado is the jerk for being nice and cute and making it so Erika can't trash him. Too bad, it just means she'll have to tackle him into the snow.]

I'll just have to take a new approach to victory!

[Tackled by a cute girl. Most guys would envy him. Mikado though is just kind of flailing.]

Wh-what?

[To be fair, this girl might be cute and pinning him but she's grinning like a sadist again.]

You depraved me of seeing that face. So I'll just see something else.

[Grabbing the edge of his shirt and...tugging it up only to shove snow into it. So sexy.]

Ngh.. Th-th-th-thats f-freezing!

[Teeth chattering as he attempts to shove her off and tries to brush the snow off and pull his shirt down but now he's got wet cold water in his clothes. So cold.]

[Her smiles widens in delight and Erika refuses to budge so easily.]

Tell me you surrender first.

Y-yeah right! As if I w-w-would!

[Got his shirt down but still wet and cold.]

[Oh the way her eyes light up when victims fight back. Struggle makes the catch more satisfying. Erika giggles and moves to pin him harder.]

Next time the snow goes lower. Still, you won't give in?

[He tries to grab her hands to preemptively stop any further snow in his clothes.]

N-no way.

'Good!' I wouldn't want you to give up yet.

[He has her hands but diversion tactic! The classic kiss your opponent move.]

[Mikado is exactly the type that tactic works on. He makes a startled noise and squirms, confused. Totally not on guard at the moment.]

[Erika was certain it would work. Which means she pulls back with a grin to look at him. It's a good view, after all. Hands free now and so snow gets shoved down his pants.]

[That shriek is pretty girly as he flails and tries to shove her off. Oh man things are not supposed to be that cold down there.]

Y-you...!

[This time the shove works but only because Erika only needed a little help to fall over. Shrieking laughter rings out as she doubles over in the snow, shaking in amusement and probably emotions Mikado is better off not knowing. But she glances at him, smile wide and bright with that weird sadism of hers.]

Y-Your face! That face! I can't- I can't... [Bursting into a fresh wave of giggles.] That sound and that face! Your reactions are always so beautiful.

[Mikado is shivering horribly as he sits up and half doubles over himself. So. So. So cold it's practically painful.]

Y-you're s-s-sadistic.

[Like that's news.]

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[Erika sits up and points at her temple with a giggle.]

You already knew that! It is certainly old news. Sadism is the only way to ensure the most wonderful results.

[Even though she says that, Erika shrugs off her coat and pulls off her scarf. In a moment she's wrapped Mikado up in them with a happy hum.]

Now then, will you admit defeat so I can get you warm or will you struggle under me longer?

[As she wraps the coat around his shoulders, Mikado grabs Erika's waist and hauls her down next to him. Still shivering too much to do anything else, but hey, he has her captive.]

I'm m-m-more stubborn than you think. N-no way d-do I g-give up.

[Blink. Unexpected. She does underestimate him sometimes. Even if it's something simple like this, it still delights her that Mikado wouldn't give in so easily. Enough so that Erika forgets herself for a moment to nuzzle his cheek.]

Even though this is the most you can manage to do and you will definitely get a cold from this...

[What a good master. But then she giggles and grins.] In that case, I'll try harder.

[Erika's solution is to face this head on. Literally. She headbutts Mikado.]

[Mikado just holds on stubbornly, wincing a bit. But since he's holding her close enough, she can headbutt hard, but there's no momentum behind it.]

Th-there's a limit to cheating. I-if you can get free in five m-minutes you win. I-if not, i-it's my w-win.

[Why not? He can make up rules as well as she can. And he has his hands locked together behind her back, so he may not be the strongest, but he's confident in his hold on her.]

[Erika's look briefly lights up despite her tactic failing. New terms are fun! Changes are interesting and even if he's not strong, just her squirming shows he has a good hold.]

An advantageous change for you but deal. But if you aren't careful, your fingers will get too cold before the time is up. I'm still in a winning condition.

[Confident as ever. But she's starting to shiver a little, too. She had expected Mikado to give in so the issue of just being in a dress in the snow didn't seem like a problem.]

[It's a matter of whether he gets too numb to hold on or she gets too cold to break free. Either way, for now Mikado is stubborn.]

Th-then go ahead and break free, if you c-can.

[Grinning at him. Boy does she ever find him attractive right now. Or maybe it's just the attitude.]

W-wouldn't it be more enjoyable to see that glowing arrogance of yours shatter like glass when I break free in the last s-second? [Biting her lip. Must not show she's getting cold.]

You can give in now, if y-you want to go inside.

[Still stuttering, but also confident and a little arrogant, yep.]

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