[Michael, somehow, does not react adversely to the blatant hesitation. Now with a mean hockey stick in his hands, he feels much more like enjoying some friendly sport than throwing a fit.
Plus it would be hard to stomp in these skates. He holds up the stick and scrutinizes it with a tiny grin that is not at all safe, and gives it a few experimental swings. In the air. He did not actually learn how to play ice hockey once he read that it involved whacking things with sticks.
Everyone needs a hobby. At the very least, he is not hitting Uriel with it, although his wild swing might come close.]
I hope you brought your own skates. [He points the stick at Uriel, putting its business end under his chin, you know, habit...] You did, didn't you?
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Plus it would be hard to stomp in these skates. He holds up the stick and scrutinizes it with a tiny grin that is not at all safe, and gives it a few experimental swings. In the air. He did not actually learn how to play ice hockey once he read that it involved whacking things with sticks.
Everyone needs a hobby. At the very least, he is not hitting Uriel with it, although his wild swing might come close.]
I hope you brought your own skates. [He points the stick at Uriel, putting its business end under his chin, you know, habit...] You did, didn't you?