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Who: Newt Scamander, You
Where: Outside
When: All three days
Rating: PG for injury
Summary: Much of it is just Newt enjoying the snow. Except the end of the second day when he manages to take a tumble skiing and breaks his leg. DEFINITELY open for a doctor or medical types for that.
The Story:

Day One

The first day, with all the snow and the changes, Newt can't help but to enjoy himself. Andy the pyjak wants nothing to do with the snow, hiding out inside, but Newt has thrown himself into it all wholeheartedly.

Snowball fights. Building snow creatures that look nothing like the creatures out of the muggle world. Enjoying hot chocolate while staring out at the views and resting from all he's been doing. Join him. Have fun. Make him a target. He's loving it all.

Day Two

Most of day two was like the first. Newt was just enjoying it all. Which is what led him to trying out skiing. He's been watching others do it, he's worn snow shoes before and it can't be all that hard. He's seen so many trying it.

The first run goes well for him in fact. Well enough that he fairly well rushes back up the mountain to go again. Which was his mistake. Well enough should have been good enough. About half way down the run he lost his balance. Toppling head over heels, the snow flying up around him. He felt the flash of pain even as his ski twisted to one side before flying off.

Coming to a stop, Newt realizes two things. One, that was almost fun. Two, as he tries to get on his feet he realizes quickly that he isn't capable of putting weight on his left leg.

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Mettaton continues chuckling to himself, wondering how long it will be until Newt lowers his guard so he can throw another snowball at him when suddenly there's a loud splat! against his shoulder.

The robot turns around and steps up from his hiding place, gasping in mock offense.

"These shoulder blades are Gucci!"

This is a lie since they were built by Alphys, but it gets the point across as he says it emphatically and packs up another snowball. He launches it at Newt at high speed, this time opting out of hiding behind his little snowbank.

Newt ducks down as soon as he tosses the snowball, not that he can't be seen where he is on the ground. Not in that bright teal jacket. Definitely noticeable. More so when his head pops up, looking utterly confused.

"What's a Gucci?" He asks, looking dumbfounded as he pauses in forming a new snowball, leaving himself an open target for the snowball that slams into his chest. It sent him falling over, laughing.

Mettaton lets out a bright burst of laughter at Newt's confusion as it allows his snowball to hit him square in the chest. He rolls over into the snow, also laughing in kind, and Mettaton watches him, bending down to pack up some more snow into another snowball.

"It's an Italian luxury accessory brand! They're a very rich and high class company, known for their leather bags. My shoulders aren't really Gucci, but my brand is far superior to them, so while the comparison isn't perfect it gives it some context."

Very wordy, Mettaton! The whole time he's been speaking he's been forming a big snowball and when it is done he begins to slowly approach his friend, a wicked grin on his face.

"Now, I bet you would absolutely love to experience this MTT Brand Snow ball! Maybe... directly to the face?"

You better move, Newt, because this robot has got a mischievous streak a mile wide and will not hold back in Snow War.

Newt turns, rolling to get onto his hands and knees and then rock back to sit on his heels. Considering what Mettaton is telling him, still looking more than a bit confused.

"You are much better than some kind of expensive bag," he says, believing that even if he has no idea the bag. "Must be a muggle brand. I'll have to ask the closet."

And he would! That was part of what he loves about Wonderland. Everything he learns while in this place.

Remembering though what they're doing, gathering up snow to try and form it into another ball. Pausing though, staring up at Mettaton, eyes wide.

Squeaking, leaping to his feet and rushing to the nearest tree to try and take cover.

Mettaton is taken by surprise by Newt's words, stopping in his advance for a moment and smiling broadly, putting his hand not holding the snowball on his chassis lightly.

"Aw! Newt! That's sweet of you to say! And you absolutely should, they're quite a beautiful company with interesting pieces!"

He thinks he'd like to see Newt wearing anything from Gucci. It would flatter his physique nicely. Then Newt stops and looks at him like a deer in headlights and Mettaton worries for a moment that perhaps he's gone a little too far.

Then the man squeaks and Mettaton laughs in surprise as he rushes away. He aims and fires quickly, hoping to catch him before he gets to cover. Then he kneels down quickly to try and make another snowball before Newt can retaliate.

There is much Newt is learning about worlds beyond his that he knows he will lose memories of when he leaves Wonderland. If he ever does. It doesn't stop him though from trying to experience all he can for the sake of being part of it all during his time here.

"I'll be sure and show you what the closet gives me,' he calls, not knowing he may well receive clothing. It might do him well to not continue wearing the same clothes, day in and day out, glad for the closet providing clean items to alternate with using his wand to clean them.

The snowball catches newt in the shoulder and he laughs, ducking behind the tree to try and arm himself once more. Gathering up the snow, he peeks around the tree to see where Mettaton is.

"Oh please do, darling, I'm sure you'd look ravishing."

Mettaton, please, is in the middle of a great Snow War the time to start flirting with your friend? Especially if you keep thinking about how nice he would look in certain cuts... and how some new colors could really bring out his eyes... and maybe a new hat could really bring out those cheekbones... and don't even get him started on what a nice pair of pants could do to make Newt's ass look great...

He's paused now, his mind clearly somewhere else as he still clutches a half-formed snowball in his hand. Don't think too hard about why he stopped talking, Newt.

Newt blushes at that, not used to people commenting on his looks or the things he wears. Later, when he's not under assault, there is a likely to be a long time of thought in front of the closet and considering just what his look might be here.

It is something Newt has never put thought into if only that most overlook him in his own world.

Sadly Newt wouldn't even realize what Mettaton is thinking about. He just sees an opening. So when he peeks around, seeing the Mettaton paused, he takes a chance and aims for his chest with a snowball.

Mettaton would be so happy to know that he has helped Newt in any way consider his fashion choices and branching out in the world. It's something he takes particular pride in.

Alas, Mettaton's rampant bisexual thoughts have worked against him this day, and Newt hits him straight on. The robot goes tumbling with a surprised yelp directly into the snow, a fluff of the stuff puffing into the air. It takes him a moment but then he starts to laugh loudly and brightly.

"All right, all right! You win!"

It will most certainly be something learned when Newt begins walking about in things other than his mustard vest and teal overcoat. In truth, he's never tried fashion, leaving that to others. Yet here in Wonderland he finds himself with thoughts he hasn't had before.

Glad for the shot though, not usually one at all good in anything sportsmanlike that didn't involve a broom, he grins widely as Mettaton goes down. Giggling at the snow and reaction.

"Well played though, Sir," he says, giving Mettaton a bow before moving closer to offer a hand to help him to his feet.

The bow just makes him laugh more and roll more in the snow. It's just so, so, so Newt and it's so genuine and adorable.

It takes him another minute of laughter before he finally takes Newt's hand. He's a heavy robot all right but Mettaton takes the majority of his weight as he pushes himself up so Newt doesn't have to pull him up completely.

"The same to you, Newt! Gracious, it's been awhile since we've had an event this honestly fun, hasn't it?"

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