"You haven't gotten to skate yet since I bowled you over, so let's skate." He stands back up, turning his wrist in Chris' hand to clasp his friend's wrist in turn and draw him back up to his feet too.
"Truth be told, I'm glad to see you too. Not a lot of familiar things here, let alone faces. Even the clothes are strange. Seeing you is a gift, whether we should be here or not." He slips a little into the vague Moonsea accent he's slowly picked up in three years living in Melvaunt, just a little dip into the brogue that makes him feel warm inside whenever it happens, as it does often with speaking to Chris with his thick accent. He'd once accused Amnos of teasing him, so he'd had to explain how his tongue liked to match the speech he heard often. How it was starting to match Chris.
He still likes so much that it does that he's never tried to stop.
"Come on, we can talk more on the ice. You can tell me how it's been for you. I see that mark. You're a submissive, right?" Which is worrisome, but someone must be providing for him or something. He looks fed and hearty.
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"Truth be told, I'm glad to see you too. Not a lot of familiar things here, let alone faces. Even the clothes are strange. Seeing you is a gift, whether we should be here or not." He slips a little into the vague Moonsea accent he's slowly picked up in three years living in Melvaunt, just a little dip into the brogue that makes him feel warm inside whenever it happens, as it does often with speaking to Chris with his thick accent. He'd once accused Amnos of teasing him, so he'd had to explain how his tongue liked to match the speech he heard often. How it was starting to match Chris.
He still likes so much that it does that he's never tried to stop.
"Come on, we can talk more on the ice. You can tell me how it's been for you. I see that mark. You're a submissive, right?" Which is worrisome, but someone must be providing for him or something. He looks fed and hearty.