[He isn't even sure how long it'd taken to build the thing, but it's reduced right back down to its base elements within a few short moments. That's the manner of things, though, isn't it? Something could take years, decades, even centuries to build up. Then one thing comes along, something changes, and it all comes crashing down. It was a bit condensed here, and certainly silly, but it's a common thread. At least there's some fun in it, though.

Noctis might not choose to throw it, but Orga keeps a wary eye on the snowball he'd formed in his hands. He'll maintain armistice as long as it was kept on both sides, but one false move and that uneasy peace would end...]

Nah. Not really.

[Pretty good for his first construction, then? The snow was fairly new, but he's used to all manner of work with his hands. Maybe it'd just translated luckily.]

Didn't really get much snow. Got even less free time to do something like this. I guess that's why I took the opportunity to do it now. [He looks up to Noctis.] What about you? Got much time for snowball fights? [Yeah, he knows you're still holding one, and he's keeping a wary eye on it.

And hey, Noctis, listen... Whatever aerodynamic engineering went into whatever the hell Orga's hair is doing, it's not only intentional but also intrinsic to him as a person, so let's just leave that be...]