“Sure, why not? You have yourself a deal.”
[ he should’ve known better, though; no Winters has ever given in that easily. holding onto his offered hand, she pulled him in rather than helped herself out, the ringing splash tickling and comparable to an efflorescet harmony. ]
“Although, you should know better than to make a deal with the devil, Olaf.”
[ His body tensing up the moment he hit the water; coming up for air — wiping the water out of his eye, his gaze shifted to her. ]
"Okay yeah….You are so dead!
[ Without a second thought, Bobby’s arms wrapped around her waist, playfully dunking her back under the water.]
“Little Ms Devil, that is definitely the last time I try and help you!”
(Source: frozenbarrier-blog)
