[ Angelica has only skated once before, and it had been on ice. This feels at once easier and more difficult, and she uses a helpful handrail to pull herself up.
Once she is upright, though, she feels fine. She looks back at Shirou... Just in time to see his wobbling attempts to right himself turn into a backwards pitch. ]
Careful! [ She realizes the words are redundant by the time they're already leaving her mouth, but such is the way of things. Her tail whips forward, catching around one of his knees; her hand reaches out to catch his elbow on the opposite side.
She's large and heavy enough from the Fog's blessing that his momentum doesn't manage to yank her downward, as it easily could have. It does send her skates rolling across the floor, though, and the two of them drift daintily over the smooth surface of the rink as she pulls him back to standing.
...They're close. She hadn't thought far enough ahead to know what to do now that she has caught him, so instead, she just focuses from unslithering her tail from around his pant leg. Her other hand comes up to take the forearm across from it, buoying him with a hand wrapped above each wrist. ]
Are you steady?
[ She asks him that, but as if she expects a lie, she looks downward, peering at his legs for any worrisome wobbling. ]
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Date: 2021-03-21 12:26 am (UTC)Once she is upright, though, she feels fine. She looks back at Shirou... Just in time to see his wobbling attempts to right himself turn into a backwards pitch. ]
Careful! [ She realizes the words are redundant by the time they're already leaving her mouth, but such is the way of things. Her tail whips forward, catching around one of his knees; her hand reaches out to catch his elbow on the opposite side.
She's large and heavy enough from the Fog's blessing that his momentum doesn't manage to yank her downward, as it easily could have. It does send her skates rolling across the floor, though, and the two of them drift daintily over the smooth surface of the rink as she pulls him back to standing.
...They're close. She hadn't thought far enough ahead to know what to do now that she has caught him, so instead, she just focuses from unslithering her tail from around his pant leg. Her other hand comes up to take the forearm across from it, buoying him with a hand wrapped above each wrist. ]
Are you steady?
[ She asks him that, but as if she expects a lie, she looks downward, peering at his legs for any worrisome wobbling. ]