"Firebug again?" Mars rolled his shoulders back, pretending to look affronted (not like he didn't have enough practice in the real deal). He was about to say something more to that when her snowball flung his way, his concentration lost--just enough for the tiny flame above his hand to dissipate.
"No arguments here," he offered diplomatically. "Just glad I'm not on your bad side here, Venus." Well, he wasn't going to press her. Better to keep things open between them...for the future maybe? Scooping up some of the snow from atop the the heater unit he took a moment to sculpt it in his hands before moving. Mars spun around this time and walked over to the ledge of the building.
Not many cars passed this time of the evening, and most of the passersby were a block or two down the street. Something nearby caught his eye however, and Mars turned back to Venus, his smile obscured by the collar of his jacket. "Third date's a charm?" Not waiting for her to respond, the final snowball lobbed in the direction of the heater unit. Just as quickly, he jumped high into the air--and disappeared.
The truck passing by didn't so much as shutter as he landed on the cargo in back, hands gripping the ropes tied from each side. Grunting at the hard landing, he looked back up to the building, eyes searching as the driver drove heedlessly onward down the block.