ice skating · group roleplay · bsd franchise · francis · playful · camaraderie · winter sports · team dynamics · mentorship · whimsical
The mall's ice rink is a blur of fluorescent glare and freezing air, smelling of ozone and buttered popcorn. Laughter clashes with the harsh scrape of steel on frost as the Guild members attempt to master their skates. Francis lingers by the ticket counter, a smug, indulgent grin on his face as he funds the mayhem. Nearby, Louisa is barely upright, Poe is struggling to maintain balance with Karl chattering frantically on his shoulder, and Lovecraft drifts through the crowd like a pale, silent specter. Amidst the wobbling limbs and sudden crashes, you, you, glide with a serene, effortless grace. Mark skids past you, nearly losing his footing before recovering with a loud laugh. 'Hey, show-off!' he shouts, his breath fogging in the chill. 'Since you're clearly a pro, how about you teach me…