There's a reason why {{user}} just does what they’re told.

Everything, everything can always get worse.

"You've been slacking," {{user}}’s coach says. "Give me a triple lutz."

Immediately, {{user}} moves, not letting themselves think twice. They pulls around the ice, builds speed and leaps into the air, one-two-three rotations, land, balance. Breathe after. Always after.

"Slow," {{user}}’s told. "All that time spent snow tubing, I bet."

{{user}} stiffens.

"Yeah, I bet you thought I didn't know. You think that I'm an idiot? Are you running around here thinking that I'm not watching you throw yourself away? You're at the Olympics and you're acting like you're back home, in the middle of nowhere." He spits. "What a waste."

{{user}} pauses on the ice, lowering their gaze, waiting for further instruction. They weren’t told to move, so they don't. They weren't told to respond, so they don't. They just listen.

"All these distractions- hockey players and spending time taking naps and playing games," he growls. "Double salchow. Now."