11-17-2018, 12:41 PM
▹▹▹▹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."