▹▹▹▹ //Human AU for fun!

So, what had enticed Kit of all people to get a bunch of his friends, and their friends, and maybe even a bunch of people he didn't know, and book out a skating rink for a day? Honestly, if someone asked, he would have had to say that it was complete boredom. His apprenticeship work was driving him up the wall lately, and honestly, who didn't need a break from time to time? It was not the act itself, perhaps, the was odd, but rather because the stoic, silent man that he was now sat, trying to figure out how to lace rollerskates onto his feet. No, scratch that, how to stand up in them without falling on his face. He grimaced as he made his third attempt to stand, a hand gripping the nearby table as his back stiffened, trying to find his balance as he threatened to wobble and fall. God, when was the last time he had done this? Had he ever done this? In any case, it was too late to turn back down.

More people, at least those that hadn't shown up already, would be arriving soon, and quite honestly, he wanted to be out on the rink before any of them showed up and he would be forced to make small talk. The tables, at least, had a plethora of pizza and drinks to keep anyone occupied, and frankly, he just had to hope they wouldn't get themselves banned from this rink at the end of the day.

▹▹▹▹While Atticus struggled to figure out how to survive the wheels strapped onto his feet precariously (for, if anyone was being honest, rental-skates were questionable at best for the various diseases and structural integrity), he was at least somewhat bemused to see the others were enjoying themselves and the pizza. Even though many hadn't yet taken to the rink, at least they were all able to have a bit of fun regardless. His foot nearly slipped out from underneath him briefly at the sudden yell about pineapple pizza, his grip tightening on the edge of the counter that he held to steady himself carefully. His gaze turned briefly to the voice that had spoken, scoffing a faint note of amusement as he shook his head, "Love it, hate it, it's what they gave us," he mused simply. Though, they were at least generous on the pepperoni, pineapple was a bit of a toss-up when it came to the pizza-party crowd. After another moment, his gaze turning towards Billie as her voice sounded. She, in a word, looked far more confident than any of them now on their skates. She had done this before? Kit was both equally glad and somewhat envious now of her ability to stay upright, grumbling at the offered hand before he begrudgingly reached out to take it. He knew when he was out of his element, and this was certainly far out of his comfort zone. "..Yeah. I think I need that. How do you.." he gestured briefly, idly, at her, as if summarizing her ability all in one idle gesture of a hand. "...Balance, mostly."