[She shreds the laces, shooting him a dirty look as she yanks her right skate off with a grumble.]
"Ass."
[A quick balance check. One minor grip adjustment. Aim locked.
Then.
Her pretty, makeshift weapon is flying at his dumb head with deadly accuracy and a cartoony whistle.]
[She props herself up on her elbows with a little grunt, a not-entirely-unpleasant tingling sensation creeping slowly back into her otherwise numb butt cheek as she scowls up at him.]
"Bite me."
It's sweet when he worries. Unnecessary, but completely sweet.
She's fine, for the most part. Her ego's a little worse for wear, and sitting is definitely a non-starter for the next hour, maybe two. Possibly until spring.
He's welcome to join her. Horizontally, if he likes.
She stretches , a sleepy "mmm" escaping her as all the tiny kinks and stubborn - knots in her muscles unwind.
She blinks up at him , her mouth quirking into a sleepy little smile.
" Your mattress is comfy. I tried to resist. "