I'm doing this to prove a point!

I don't need a coat!

Pencil and Match were talking at the moment. Match had her earmuffs and sweater on, while it seemed like Pencil evidently still thought it was Autumn.

"Is that really, like, all you're gonna wear?" Match asked, giving her a look. She knew about the whole thing with Snowball, but she was surprised it lasted that long. Over a year and Pencil still seemed adverse to the idea of putting on a coat.

"It's not that bad." Pencil said, having become very good at the ability to stop her body from shivering... or at least keep it from being easily-noticeable. "It's only, like, fifteen degrees."

"Try negative twelve ..."

Pencil glanced over, looking down at GB... of all the people who could be out now. Not like Golf Ball was ever pleasant to be around, that was.

"What do you want, Bozo?"

"It's negative... twelve ." GB repeated, gritting her teeth so hard, it was a wonder they didn't break apart. "That's what the rest of the world would call it."

"Aww, but we're not in 'the rest of the world' now, are we?" Pencil asked in a mocking tone. "Go bug someone else, Golf Ball. I'm not in the mood."

"Okay, but... you really should bundle up more." TB stated.

"I didn't ask you either , Bozo Major." Pencil turned to him with an annoyed look on her face. "I'll be fine ."

"You're gonna get sick if you're not careful." TB pointed out.

"She, like, said, she'll be fine !" Match snapped back, storming off with Pencil into the snow. Truth be told, she was a little worried herself whether Pencil really would be fine... but it was like she almost had a natural instinct to disagree with those she actively hated on literally anything they could say to her.

"Hmmmphh.." Golf Ball muttered something under her breath. It seemed she really, really didn't like that answer. "I'm going after them."

TB looked on confused, before quickly running after her. This...this was an odd choice for her. Were the mood swings happening early here?

"Um, may I ask why, GB?" Tennis Ball asked, wincing as the cold air hit his skin.

"I... well, she..." Golf Ball stammered, nearly tripping face first into the snow the second she got out the door. "I just wanna show her. Besides, there was... that time in the elevator."

"Elevator?"

"I know she's just gonna tell me I 'owe her one' at some point... and now, after this, I won't owe a thing !"

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It was about a week ago. Golf Ball was stuck waiting for an elevator. Her room was on the top floor and she had a very, very long day, so she did not feel like walking up several flights of stairs just so she could finally relax.

That was, of course, until she looked and saw who just stepped in with her.

"Mmngh, you know what? I think I'll just take the..." The doors suddenly shut on GB... just as she was about to step out. "...stairs."