![]() ![]() He opened his mouth to crack a joke about it but shut it just as quickly. Was that all it took? A snowball fight? If he had known that, he would have brought Chris to the German countryside ages ago. They stared at each other for a moment, breath fogging in front of their faces from the cold. So the freezing ice running down his back wasn't near as shocking as the sound that had just come from behind him.Ĭhristopher Wolfe did not giggle. His nonstop efforts had proved to be almost entirely fruitless as of yet. All Chris had to do was make witty comments or critique the never-ending list of authors he seemed to have a vendetta against to make Niccolo laugh.įrankly, it wasn't fair that he had to bend over backward only to get a quirked mouth corner or a harsh snort. Of course, he hadn't known the other too well when they solidified their budding relationship, but he never imagined it would be this hard. A year prior, Niccolo had made it his goal to draw as many laughs and smiles out of Christopher as he could. ![]()
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