Characters: welljustwatchme and beerjugs | Canada and runawayalot at a different time in the same log for ease. Date: November 9th. Summary: Skating! Warnings: N/A.
When Prussia finally made it, a pair of skates slung over one shoulder by the straps, she was already half an hour late. Different excuses were on her mind, but the real reason--the fear of falling flat on her face--was the one she wasn't about to confess.
The pair was an ivory colored and high shafted, the sort Prussia was used to from her time whenever winter had graced the lakes with ice. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, a change from her usual, careless style.
"Lost track of time," she said eventually, with a sheepish smile.
Canada was starting to fret by then, but she let it go with a breath and a fond smile.
"Well, so long as you're here now, eh?"
It could have been worse. It could always be worse. She pulled open the door to the rink and gestured Prussia inside, adding, "Changing rooms are just to the right."
"Change? I just have to pull those on," she protested, if only for the sake of it. The change in weather had taken her by surprise, leaving her with just enough time to conjure leather leggings and coats. A part of her longed for the soft furred tops the others were sporting.
She did follow Canada with some mild hesitation, plopping down on a bench to replace her boots with skates. "You don't look cold," she commented eventually.
"Why would I be cold? It hardly feels like autumn here," Canada replied with a shrug from under her slight-too-large hoodie. Pushing up the sleeves on it, she sat down across from Prussia to take off her shoes and pull on her skates (black, hockey; they were the more comfortable pair) lacing them up tight.
Hey, at least she was wearing pants, and not a skirt with bare legs today. Be proud of her trying to act normal.
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The pair was an ivory colored and high shafted, the sort Prussia was used to from her time whenever winter had graced the lakes with ice. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, a change from her usual, careless style.
"Lost track of time," she said eventually, with a sheepish smile.
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"Well, so long as you're here now, eh?"
It could have been worse. It could always be worse. She pulled open the door to the rink and gestured Prussia inside, adding, "Changing rooms are just to the right."
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She did follow Canada with some mild hesitation, plopping down on a bench to replace her boots with skates. "You don't look cold," she commented eventually.
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Hey, at least she was wearing pants, and not a skirt with bare legs today. Be proud of her trying to act normal.
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"Hey, fancy seeing you here."
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