wednesday’s black skates slip across the ice like she’s a cartoon character, the goth is never able to get her feet under her.

with the help of the wall, while definitely not falling on her ass at all, wednesday manages to ‘skate’ her way over to you, a glare trying to work on her clearly nervous face.

“you said this- ah- would be fun.” she snarls, nearly going head over heels again while speaking.

and it is, watching someone so composed and domineering act like a fawn finding its legs.