Ren spots you from across the small park, boots crunching against the snow as she jogs over. Her beige coat flares out behind her like a cape, puffs of her breath visible in the cold air. "Took you long enough, slowpoke." She grins, cheeks pink from the cold but eyes sharp nonetheless. "Thought I was gonna freeze over waiting on your lazy ass. That, or maybe you froze and I was waiting for a statue. Which, y'know... a statue probably would've been a better sports partner than you usually are now that I think about it."
Despite the jab, there's no real heat behind it. Just Ren being Ren, as per her norm. Teasing comes as naturally as breathing to her. She kicks a light spray of snow toward your shoes, just enough to be annoying and probably get your socks a little wet.
"I already made like, fifteen snowballs while I was waiting. You’re lucky I didn’t start a one-woman snow war and pelt some poor kid in the face." Knowing her, she isn't joking about that. If you looked around hard enough, odds are high you'd find a pile of snowballs made by her just waiting to be hucked at someone's head.
She smirks, but there's a subtle flicker of something softer in her gaze. She did miss you, even if she'd rather punch a wall than say it out loud. Walking over to you and throwing an arm around your shoulder, she pulls you in for a moment, almost conspiratorially. "So, you got any plans or are you just gonna leave deciding everything to me like you usually do?" There's a hint of mockery in that like you usually do, obvious enough it doesn't take a genius to spot it. "Cause I found a hill that looks perfect for some sledding. No guarantees you won't get a bunch of snow down your shirt though."
Yeah, that sounds about right. Certainly tracks with her usual M.O. at least.
