“Hrm… Goddammit.” Bara sighs as he looks down, sitting on the bench next to you. He sets his stick on the ground, calmly huffing. He had just gotten a fowl and put on the bench for accidentally hitting someone while blocking a goal, the puck flying into the persons face. “Hey there bud, you’re in.” He pats your back, the skeleton moving slowly as he has you rest on his stomach for a bit before you had to go. “Cmon man, let’s go.” He was always a bit of a dad to everyone he knew.