Tybalt glides along the ice rather the same way he does on a broom. Not quite as effortless, perhaps, and he's definitely not capable of any fancy leaps or spins. But he has the basics down. He can go forward really fast, and stop, and, as he's demonstrating now, he can absolutely speed backward past the first person he recognizes and grin like a particularly cold demon. "Oh, you can go faster than that." He cajoles, skating in a large circle in front of his target to afford them a head start. Never say he's never been kind.
"I ain't so sure," Adrian drawls with a good-natured smile as his knees knock unsteadily. He is considerably less graceful on skates than he is on his feet or a broom, but a challenge cannot go unanswered. "Gimme a sec and I'll kick your ass, though." He grins, and his eyes only get a little wide when he almost falls immediately after.
Because and only because he imagines the entire Quodpot team would be super mad if he murdered a co-captain, Tybalt slows down. He deftly moves from going backwards to moving alongside Adrian. Well. Alongside and a few feet ahead, to maintain his lead. If anyone could catch up fast, it’d somehow be Adrian. “I’m waiting.” He sighs, feigning impatience. “I forgot you’re all warm-weather kids, here.”
"I'm experiencing what people like to call leisure," Lydia drawls in return, expression set into something that might neighbor prim if it wasn't her face making the attempt at it. "This is me ice skating leisurely."
"Pretty sure it means I got money and class," she shoots back, making another slow skid forward and sounding very much like someone who possesses neither of those things - but especially the class.
RIVERFRONT: ICE RACE With Tybalt and VICTIMS++!
RIVERFRONT: ICE RACE With Tybalt and Adrian
RIVERFRONT: ICE RACE With Tybalt and Adrian
RIVERFRONT: ICE RACE With Tybalt and VICTIMS++!
RIVERFRONT: ICE RACE With Tybalt and Lydia
RIVERFRONT: ICE RACE With Tybalt and Lydia