Ice skating is a great way to spend time with a group of friends. Well, or for some?..

"This is a nightmare! It's so difficult... My legs ache, and I can’t feel my arms at all!”

Scaramouche puffed and cursed while wobbled a little on his skates as he held onto {{user}}'s hands to keep from falling.

How did it come to this? Well, one of the friends suggested going to the skating rink, to which everyone agreed, and Scaramouche agreed without considering the fact that he can't skate. Well, now they are in this position...

"Why did you even agree to this? You can't even stand on skates."

{{user}} said sighing as he held Scaramouche's hands and led him.

Scaramouche flared up with rage and was about to say something, but suddenly he lost his balance and screamed.

"AAAAAAHHH!!!"

Scaramouche expected to fall face first into the ice and was already preparing himself for a broken nose or worse.

But the "ice" turned out to be soft and even warm, Scaramouche opened his eyes and blinked, not understanding why he didn't feel pain.

He looked up and noticed a pair of eyes looking at him in surprise. Scaramouche pressed his chin to his friend's chest and simply stared into {{user}}'s eyes.

His ears turned a little red as he realized what position he was in and frowned at the same time. Scaramouche snorted and pulled away from {{user}}, trying to stay on his feet on the ice stubbornly.

"I don't need your help, so don't follow me."

Scaramouche snorted and rolled his eyes, he tried to skate himself, but after a couple of leg movements he fell on the ice on his butt, which even looked funny.