Those words reached his ears a lot swifter than the snowball was released and while it hit him square in the chest he just kept running at his twin, tackling him down into the snow, a hand instantly cradling the back of Basch's head to protect him from cracking it on the ground beneath.

Of course, by the time they were on the floor, Noah having tackled him down and thrown his legs around him to knee him in the ribs just enough to make a point, he didn't exactly know what they were supposed to do next.

Laughing, his voice a lot smoother than when he was trying to sound intimidating, Noah tugged Basch's hair lightly before rolling off him, sitting in the snow with a small sigh of amusement. It was nice to be so relaxed and he felt happy as well. It was like he expected things would have been if life never took such a sour turn.