[ Makoto's smile warms up when he reaches up to take Jack's hand and he pulls himself up with a little effort. Balancing on his skates with the help of Jack's hand, he uses his free one to try and shove some of the snow off his backside.
The joke lands well with him, forcing a laugh that is even more visible in the cold air than his breath had been earlier. ]
Well, thanks. I'm glad you're such a pro, then.
[ De-snowed as best as it's going to get, he turns back to allow himself to be walked towards the lake, the treacherous ice that he hasn't put a blade to in over a decade. And he's certainly never really skated on an actual lake, even when he was in France. Nice was far too close to the seashore.
This should go about as well as Jack's ability to help him transition from snow to ice without his overconfidence landing him on his ass again. ]
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The joke lands well with him, forcing a laugh that is even more visible in the cold air than his breath had been earlier. ]
Well, thanks. I'm glad you're such a pro, then.
[ De-snowed as best as it's going to get, he turns back to allow himself to be walked towards the lake, the treacherous ice that he hasn't put a blade to in over a decade. And he's certainly never really skated on an actual lake, even when he was in France. Nice was far too close to the seashore.
This should go about as well as Jack's ability to help him transition from snow to ice without his overconfidence landing him on his ass again. ]