[She yelps when they fall, and the way down feels a lot further than it actually is before she's slumping back into the snow with his arms still around her to break her fall. It's cold against her back, but it's immediately chased away by the warmth that he presses over her, her own still lingering like a cloud enveloping them, only growing when she falls into a fit of giggles, her cheeks rosy.]
You dropped me.
[Not that she seems to mind because her arms are sliding around his shoulders anyway.]
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You dropped me.
[Not that she seems to mind because her arms are sliding around his shoulders anyway.]
... I can't get up, so now what?