"When was the last time there was a bear sighting around here? If you're scared to go so far from the village just say so."
"Oh piss off, mate." I replied, manufacturing my best impression of our Northern accent.
"You didn't deny it, you didn't deny it." he laughingly teased.
I picked up a bunch of snow off the ground and hurled it at him, also laughing.
"Imagine having the AUDACITY to hit your elders!" he scolded, stifling another chuckle. I didn't retain the same composure and continued cackling.
"And I'd do it again too!" I finally replied, picking more snow off the ground, this time taking the time to mold it into a snowball.
"Back in my day-" he didn't finish that sentence. The snowball had hit him right in the nose.
Caught off guard, he stopped dramatically massaging his forehead and immediately prepared for retaliation.
What resulted was a fifteen minute long, heated battle. Finally, exhausted, we both leaned on a tree, trying to catch our breath.
"I definitely won." He boasted, in between panting.
"No the fuck you didn't." I replied, between both coughing and panting.
"Imagine being in denial." he coughed.
"Imagine being short." I retaliated, mocking his cough.
"Imagine being built like a godsdamn giraffe."
"But that's different, aren't you supposed to be taller than me?"
"Not when your entire family tree are out here looking like actual trees."
"Well at least I don't have the fashion sense of a braindead pterodactyl. This outfit you have is not giving-"
"Girl, I know you ain't talking, that yellow jacket makes you look like a taxisled."
Not having a suitable comeback to that, I fell upon the one strategy that never failed me, "Izrod takuv-" (You bastard)
Robin, however, was quick too, "I know where you live.""I swear to the gods, I will find your exact address." I replied.
"Hmph, well you're not invited to my birthday party!" he said, in his best high-pitched voice, finally letting go of that tree in order to put his hands on his hips.
"Shut up, catboy!" I responded, bringing up dirt from when six-year-old me had made the mistake of letting him look through my wardrobe.
"HEY JUST BECAUSE I WANTED TO SEE HOW YOUR SKIRT WOULD LOOK ON ME DOESN'T MAKE ME A-"
"YOU ALSO STOLE MY PINK HEADBAND-"
"I WAS SEVEN!"
"IT HAD 𝗖𝗔𝗧 𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦, ROBIN! 𝗖𝗔𝗧 𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦!"
"I WAS SEVEN I JUST WANTED TO SEE HOW IT'D LOOK LIKE-"
During that entire conversation, we hadn't stopped laughing, and now, we were so out of breath that we were forced to lean on the tree again.
I started coughing again.
"You good?
I laughed in between coughs.
"No seriously, you good?" He asked, this time with visible concern. I gave him the thumbs up as I continued to cough.
He took his scarf and wrapped it around me.
"Are you trying to strangle me or something?" I asked, laughing in-between more coughs.
"Can't you let me be nice for a second?" he asked, tipping an imaginary fedora when he finished fixing the scarf.
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That One Time I Died
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