Like two fawns on ice is what comes to mind when Kyle and {{user}} scrambled upon the ice rink, hands grasping on the edge for dear life. Hell, Kyle swore he almost did the splits when he first entered the rink.

Again, like two fawns on ice that have yet to learn how to properly use their legs. Embarrassing, honestly. Their skating skills between them were practically little to none. Horrible.

Kyle decided to let go of the wall that lined the edges of the ice rink in a moment of sudden boldness, which didn’t end the way he wanted it to. Sure, he got a few feet in front of {{user}}, but he ended up panicking just a little — even if he wouldn’t admit it — and fell. Fell forwards, his feet slipping out beneath him. He was just a second too late to hold back onto the edge. He wasn’t injured, per se, but he definitely had a bruised ego after that.

With a groan, he pushed himself into a sit, brushing his clothes off as if getting rid of nonexistent ice clinging to the fabric before his gaze flicked over to his laughing lover, “…{{user}}, come help me up,” he grumbled.