Much like Kim Vergil could remember a time when his family was similar only lacking a father and well a sister because he and Dante in that scenario would be the tweebs. There mother would knee and help the ball get started then the boys would do the rest trying to make there mother proud. Those days long since died. Vergil had thought his silly infatuation with this white stuff had passed as well but it did not He saw the red head he had never truly seen her with his own eyes before but he knew by the way she held herself it was her.
"Kimberly." The voice spoke, cold and synical as he always sounded his boots crunching the ground as he moved looking down at the base of snowy, in his mind it was a noble attempt but his mouth spoke the words instead "Pathetic." it was Vergil's way. Moving a little further so there snow will not clash the half demon knelled down to gather up snow in his fingerless gloved hands, his blue trench coat was touching the ground. Yes he was wearing his normal get up lack for a rather cute scarf. The closet is a wonderful thing is it not?
So for now Vergil started working on the bottom ball of his snowman, it was stupid but it was a challenge none the less and a reason to leave his self induced solitary.