Chinatsu was on her way back to the temple, ready to get in her pj's and fuzzy socks. She rubs her gloved hands together, attempting to warm them up more. She could already imagine the nice warm bath waiting for her---

Until her blissful daydream was rudely interrupted by something rather cold hitting her right on the back of the head.

"What the HELL?" She hisses as she turns, glaring daggers that would have made Shun proud.

She almost doesn't believe who the culprit is--except she does. "Oh. Oh, remember. You asked for this." She says as she starts to scoop up some snow herself.