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[yokunaru]

WHO: Yuuri, Viktor, Allura, Shiro
WHERE: Ice Palace skating rink
WHEN: backdated 2/7 morning
WHAT: Having some fun skating and then exchanging some mission info
WARNINGS: nothing yet

Comments

[genice]

( he obliges, sliding closer and coming to a stop again, still offering out his arm. he's relatively immune to being glared at; hoenstly, it slides right off his back. there's no personal stakes here, and frustration is simply frustration. he's not a stranger to it, nor a stranger to seeing it in others. it's when he does or doesn't care about it that things get wonky. )

Anytime. ( he winks; considering how all eyes he is on Yuuri, his kind of charm and light flirtation shouldn't feel like a threat, but hey. who knows? )

It helps when you keep your knees bent. For balance.

( don't ask him what to do with your feet. he can't actually articulate it on a basic level. just show. )

[juniberries]

[She takes his arm once he is within a reasonable grabbing distance, grasping his forearm with a grip that is, admittedly, probably a bit too strong from a rather average-sized woman.

In fact, the light flirtation goes right over her head, she's already concentrating on both her feet and the ice, not even looking up at him.

Taking his advice, she bends her knees nearly comically so, pointedly still not moving. Suffice to say, she feels ridiculous, and knows that she looks it if the laughter from the mice watching her didn't already make it apparent.]

And...what of the feet?

[Too bad, she's going to ask.]

[genice]

... Trust in them?

( sorry, Allura, but he is Not A Teacher in any classic sense. what he is, in the end, is a man who does; he winks and pushes off, bearing with the remarkably strong grip on his arm with no comment for the time being. sometimes the best thing is to get moving, to stop overthinking. things like that can trip anyone up, on or off the ice. )

Don't worry about thinking it all through. Feel it, too! Here, I won't just let you fall.

( a pause, and a light laugh. )

If anything, maybe we'll go down together, right?

( HE WILL FIGHT TO KEEP THEM UPRIGHT IT IS NOW A PRIDE THING )

[juniberries]

[VICTOR PLEASE.

She gives him A Look when he gives her what barely passes for substantial advice, and she's about to say something when suddenly, they're moving, and she lets out a small startled yelp. Because for the past few dobashes, each time she glided across the ice, she was doomed to fall down and bruise herself.

Her grip on him tightens, even if so far this is the farthest she's skated without falling.]

Feel it? Feel what?

[And now she's kind of just...hugging his arm, knees still bent, and just stiffly being pulled along by someone who is far more graceful and far more adept at this than she could ever hope to achieve.

If anything, she feels foolish.]

And I would rather not fall.

[genice]

Do we really learn from always staying upright? Feel the way your skates glide over the ice. You can hear it too, if you listen.

( He at least knows his advice isn't that great, but it's difficult for him to articulate in the first place. Exaggerated hand motions, mentioning ways of moving and the names of what he might expect someone well versed in the basics to know won't help here. So he doesn't worry about it, keeping their pace just swift enough to be smooth, in spite of it all. )

Relax. The more stiff you are, the more likely you'll be to fall. We won't go fast enough to leave any impressive bruises!