WHO: Rhys [narrative or open] WHERE. An ice rink near the Paramour WHEN. Oct. 8th; 12am WARNINGS. The fluff STATUS. --
There had been talk, awhile back, about Rhys teaching a certain someone to ice skate and for some reason when he woke for the night, that's all he could think about doing. He would be a good teacher, probably, but he was pretty rusty when it came to that certain skill. There needed to be test so he wouldn't just embarrass himself further, right? One where there weren't people watching him. Well, anyone besides Bruno because he knew for a fact he couldn't leave without him. At the very least.
Curling up with his 'newest' book on rituals, the fledgling Tremere waited for his love to leave, and be completely out of earshot, before calling the ghoul. He'd come to really like the older man and even saw an actual father figure in him. Comparing to what he actually had had as a human? It was a very different version of 'father'. He seemed to be kind of collecting them these days.
After a little bit of back and forth, some hemming and hawing, Bruno finally agreed to take Rhys to the closest skating rink they could find. Open twenty four hours a day didn't mean that people came in at all hours. He even made sure to double check when the busiest times were, and when they were completely dead. By the time they got there, there was only one person on the ice and one person manning the front desk. It took him a little bit to actually get the right size skates, yes, but he didn't stutter almost at all as he talked to the woman behind the desk.
Tying them up seemed like second nature to him, which seemed like a good sign, and as he got on the ice, he found his legs rather quickly, making him laugh out loud. He'd work himself up to backwards and other moves in a little bit, but for now, he'd have to see the difference between skating at a normal pace and what was 'too fast' for humans. He could do it.