[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; color: #494949; letter-spacing: 0.2px; word-spacing: 1px; margin-top: 10px;"][color=#494949]once, this was fun. once, risking your life over glossed over water in blades was someone's logical idea of a good time. like skydiving and snorkeling , he didn't understand it. why would you want to do something like that . . . for fun ? risk the idea of falling and breaking an arm or , hell worse , the ice breaking beneath your feet, immersing you into your impending doom ?
maybe that [I]fun was absent in his childhood ; maybe he just [I]really didn't like the idea of dying in the weather he hated, but when ice skating is suggested, rory's surprised, and his interest is piqued. as his peers follow freddie's suit , rory does , too . . . but not without stopping just inches before the solid ice.
apparently , the activity is still lively today and is present within the idiots that decide to join freddie on the ice. never , in his life , had he actually witnessed it before just heard about it. but damn , he had to admit it was far more entertaining to watch rather than do . it was comical , even. they lack control , clumsily floundering around like an infant and their first steps. "don't die out there!" rory calls out , using his voice to carry his voice out to those farthest from him.
there is someone else who has an inch of common sense. not too far off from him stands ed , whose eyes harbor the same wariness that the teenager felt. "what ? not going to get out there , too , boss ?" he deadpans , trekking over to the join the other's side . "you alright?"
plenty of years of being alone , and being a child and alone , being able to read people was vital to his survival . he was good at reading people without even meaning to , a quirk picked up from years of learning to do just that . he notices edmund's brief panic; as if he was seeing some shit or something of the sorts.
maybe that [I]fun was absent in his childhood ; maybe he just [I]really didn't like the idea of dying in the weather he hated, but when ice skating is suggested, rory's surprised, and his interest is piqued. as his peers follow freddie's suit , rory does , too . . . but not without stopping just inches before the solid ice.
apparently , the activity is still lively today and is present within the idiots that decide to join freddie on the ice. never , in his life , had he actually witnessed it before just heard about it. but damn , he had to admit it was far more entertaining to watch rather than do . it was comical , even. they lack control , clumsily floundering around like an infant and their first steps. "don't die out there!" rory calls out , using his voice to carry his voice out to those farthest from him.
there is someone else who has an inch of common sense. not too far off from him stands ed , whose eyes harbor the same wariness that the teenager felt. "what ? not going to get out there , too , boss ?" he deadpans , trekking over to the join the other's side . "you alright?"
plenty of years of being alone , and being a child and alone , being able to read people was vital to his survival . he was good at reading people without even meaning to , a quirk picked up from years of learning to do just that . he notices edmund's brief panic; as if he was seeing some shit or something of the sorts.