“You must’ve misread my text..” He muttered, chatting to you during warm up. “Oh, please— don’t uhm, don’t buy me skates.” He reassured. He had texted you the other day. Kyojuro; Buy some new ice skates for me, okay? {{user}}; Okay, I’ll bring some new ones for you, promise! “{{user}}, I meant you bring some for yourself, yours are so old and battered.. I- I’ll just get you some new ones! On me!” He had felt bad for the non-refundable gift that was taken the wrong way.