The bitter chill of the air was little comfort to Kim. The harsh brush of winter this year had hit her home hard, each sucessive snow storm adding to the mound atop the garage. Hopefully the cold snap would break soon enough to prevent them from needing to -
“HAH!” A bright flash arced through the air, sizzling as it tore through the delicate line of snow that curved over the roof. Less melting than vaporizing, the snow that she had been staring at disappeared before her widening eyes.
Kim snapped around and glared at the person responsible, her ire burning through her. “HANNAH MICHELLE POSSIBLE!”
Straightening up, Shego's head swivelled as she visually scanned the area around the house “Not so loud! People will hear you!”
“I don't care! What have I told you about firing towards the HOUSE!” Shego crossed her arms over her chest and looked away. She knew she was in the right. That snow drift on the roof had been putting undue stress on the corner directly over Kim's collection of retarded looking beer mugs from the German Chancellor that she'd gotten after that one time she'd rescued his fountain pen. “Shego…”
The last time she'd heard that exact growled tone had been their anniversary. A grin spread across her face as she remembered what had followed directly afterward. “C'mon, Princess, I didn't hurt anything. The roof was gonna start to creak. You know how much I hate having to find a good contractor.”
Kim pressed her fingertips into her forehead. “You are going to be the death of me.”
Smirking, Shego sauntered over to the irate redhead. “C'mon, Pumpkin…lets go inside. I'll make it up to you.”
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