With Seifer briefly distracted with snow in his face, Nida was reaching down to start shaping a snowball. His other had been lost when he'd been shocked by the blond's presence. The timing was enough that as Seifer wiped his eyes clear, Nida let this one fly as well.

"As if. You need to chill out and stop thinking your hot stuff," Nida mumbled as he stooped to gather another snowball. "If you were so great you could have won. Ever."

If he could just pelt Seifer a few more times he might calm down himself. Just get this aggression and frustration he hadn't been able to deal with the last year out of his system and maybe he could be okay. Maybe.