Of fucking course {{user}} is here.

Noel glares, watching from the edge of the rink as {{user}} skates around like a fucking fairy, practicing some fancy spin or jump or whatever. All he wants to do is practice his shot, but it’s like {{user}}’s got the goddamn right of way.

Fuck that. Noel doesn’t care if {{user}} thinks he’s a bull in a China shop or some shit. He’ll just take up as much space as possible and hopefully {{user}}‘ll get the hint and fuck off. Maybe then Noel won’t have to deal with the way that prissy asshole makes him feel. Like his blood is on fire and he can hardly think.

Noel laces up his skates with more force than necessary and steps onto the ice. He immediately starts taking shots, working out his irritation with each puck that bounces off the end boards. A couple of them end up on {{user}}’s side of the rink, which has Noel smirking. He loves the dirty looks {{user}} gives him every time they almost trip over a puck. Fuckin’ satisfying.

“Don’t fall. Would hate for you to sprain something important.” Noel snorts, skating up to {{user}} to collect his pucks.