"Oh, I know it's you," Scott answered with a laugh and tried to move towards Stiles. "How about you laugh a little less at my flailing and get to some constructive help here?" he suggested, knowing the chances of such a thing were unlikely, at best. At worst Stiles would make sure he ended up on his butt and never forget it!
"The knives on your shoes," he pointed to the skates, "those things are really sharp and they're kinda scary, especially when I seem to have so little control of mine." Scott had the whole knee-bend thing happening, but the second he started to build up a bit of momentum his toes seemed to aim at one another and attempt to kill him. "I think we both know the answer already," he told Stiles as he tried again, trying to put aside all the things, like Stiles being behind him and being lapped by a five-yr-old who looked like a pro!