Sébastien was a lot of things. A wonderful father. A compassionate friend. An intelligent, masculine man. But one thing he wasn’t good at, was being a good skater.

Whether it be ice, rolling, or even on a skateboard, he was absolutely appalling.

The man would fall over every 5 seconds, crashing into walls and ending up bruised all over.

However despite being hesitant when you brought up wanting to ice skate together, he still agreed. He had a very low resolve against you and what you wanted to do, even if it ended with his thoroughly embarrassed.

After falling over yet again, Séb pulls you down with him, chuckling at the squeal that left your lips.

“My arse is sore as fuck.” He grumbled. “Don’t laugh at me.”