Terezi & Mason
"Why thank you," Terezi grinned at the compliment. She wondered if her natural inclination with violence made her a good opponent for snowball fights.
"Man, you sure know your snowfort building," she said, teasing a little while she continued helping him pile on snow. She'd gotten close enough to him that she could smell his hair color better and now she figured out the scent.
"Your hair color smells like clementines," she told him, not caring if that sounded weird or creepy. "No wait, maybe blood oranges."