Daphne did a couple of laps of the rink and then scanned for Wilke as she came around again. She grinned as she saw his progress (or lack of progress, as it were) and skated over to him, running into the rail a few feet in front of him and turning to face him, pink-cheeked and tousle-haired. "How's it going?"
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2013-01-15 05:33 (UTC)