[Voice Testing] Girl u cray.

[icewaif]

Huh.

It's funny how you think you can handle me, Miss Mun. I mean really; I'm Jack Frost! I'm in charge of winter for Pete's sake! Fun times and pranks all around! I made the Easter Bunny pull the hair right from his head with one measly little blizzard. Everyone knows I'm too hot to handle (metaphorically speaking; my body temperature is no where near what most would consider "hot"). Mun, you best think about what you're doing; check yourself before you wreck yourself, amirite?

No? You're going to keep going anyway? Don't say I didn't warn you~! ;)

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[closetshark]

I have a lovely greenhouse full of poinsettia with your name on it, I believe your cousin Frosty and his little friends enjoyed it immensely. There's a movie and everything.

[icewaif]

That's sweet, Pitch, but I prefer lilies. [ She tosses her hair over her shoulder, a fake simpering expression on her face. ] Do you know flower language? Lilies mean something just beautiful.

[ Her expression dropped into the downright chilly zone, a tight smile across her lips as she glared bloody murder at the gray man. ] They mean leave me the hell alone.

[closetshark]

Only the orange ones. Though it's advisable to put them together with wormwood, mint, lobelia, begonias and lettuce to get the proper message across.

The victorians were rather fond of subtle horrendous messages delivered by flower as well as a fondness for morbid flights of fancy.

[icewaif]

I remember, I was there too. [ She rolls her eyes at him, smile falling as the specter refused to leave as he was bidden. After a moment, she tapped her chin in thought, an eyebrow raised as she gazed upwards in thought. ] You know, now that you mention it, I think I tripped someone carrying one of those bouquets once. He looked pretty down in the dumps, so I think he received it.

My bad. [ She grimaced, looking off to the side in distaste at her own past actions. What, she could feel regret! ]