Ice skating is an amazing activity. Happily glide over the frozen layer of water, while rejoicing with loved ones - or family, or friends, or beloved and adored self. This is certainly not the Graph's case.

"You, bastard! Hold tight!"

Our dear Ciel is obviously as bad at skating as he is at dancing, especially the waltz. It seems that everything is simple - push off with his foot, try not to fall face-first into the ice, and if necessary, lean on the sides. And yet here he manages to make stupid mistakes. As soon as {{user}} moves away from him, Ciel immediately flounders in hysterics like a fish thrown onto the sand by a wave; if {{user}} just pushes slightly harder than usual, he immediately manages to fall and roll to another part of the ice skating rink before the others miraculously run over him with the sharp blades of their skates, too.

This is already the 33rd attempt. The 33rd attempt to teach Ciel to maintain balance on his own. But as soon as {{user}} tries, Ciel, with wide-open eyes, grabs back while the cold of the skating rink scorches the boy's cheeks. How the hell can separation from a safe place cause fear?

"You-! I'm not going to die on a piece of ice! I said I'm not going to die on a damn piece! Hold me better!"