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[intellectualrapist]

[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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[digitalemperor]

[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.

[intellectualrapist]

[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.]

[digitalemperor]

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

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