Barricades... right. Right! The Nobody could actually picture it: little white heaps of snow, rounded and shaped by the signs of obvious hand prints patting every inched of them. A snowball fight. He actually grinned at the idea, watching coyly out of the corner of his eyes to see if any of the soldiers were watching him -

Er. The answer was yes. And they didn't look particularly thrilled about anything, though he didn't know if that was was just them or it was because of his rank or because he was with Sora or whatever. Or maybe they could read his thoughts.

"It sounds fun, at least. I've never been in one, but I don't think they'd like it if we tried." Maybe the snow didn't actually make the best ball considering how easy it fell apart. The Nobody bent to pick his own handful of snow up, curving his fingers like he'd seen Sora do, packing it as tightly as he could as it crunched under his gloves. "Does it help if you do it harder?"