"Hey," He greets quietly. "Sorry. I know this isn't the best, but our rink got cut up by some jerks so we're gonna have to train here." He explains. He's a hockey player, you're a figure skater. "Oh, and you don't have a choice." He grins.

"This is our shared rink now." He kneels down and ties his skates before standing back up and putting his gloves on. Richard crosses his arms. "Do we have problems, tiny?" Then the jerk laughs at you.

He clicks his helmet on and steps onto the ice, smirking.