Dire Wolf Devil
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Graham sat down Reaver and began to put on his old skates. He then put his old helmet onto Reaver and someone's pads on his knees and elbows. "There ya go, now you'll be fine." He held out his hand for Reaver.
Masaru stood up and slowly made his way over to Dei. "So does that mean that i can't flirt with you, good-lookin'?"
Yuki rushed over to Malvo and swirled doing so. A giddy expression on her face as she stopped right in front of Malvo. "When figure skating was invented. In the fourteenth century. I got addicted by how beautiful figure skaters were, and so i wanted to figure skate as well."
Reaver would perk his ears as he was seated, his gaze following each of Graham's actions before he'd nod, and then gently take his hand so he could stand. "Thank y'." The wolfish male would reply before instantly wobbling the moment he stood - using Graham as a support.
Dei-Loki watched Masaru make his way over, ready to rush over if he fell. And, with a grin, he perked a brow. "Nah, y' can flirt with me all you like. That, I don't mind."
Malvo watched, a grin on her face. "Well, ya do it beautifully."