( Victor comes to a stop with a hissing of skates over ice, smooth and sure of himself and his movements. He's been watching, but at the same time he doesn't know how to explain to do what he feels as being the way to move, to balance, to glide, on ice. Crossovers and turns and everything come to him so easily, it's hard for him to figure out how to describe it all to anyone completely blind to it.
Which he knew before he got into this. Yuuri has better patience; Nekomaru has better skill. Still. )
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Which he knew before he got into this. Yuuri has better patience; Nekomaru has better skill. Still. )
May I lend you an arm?