Yogsmas - Yogscast (COMPLETED)

Day Seven - "a glory filled dwarf and a floppy walrus"

On the seventh day of Christmas, the Yogscast gave to me,

Lots Of Slippery Subjects - Hannah Rutherford(Lomadia), Simon Lane(Honeydew), Chris Trott(Trottimus), Katie Morrison(Littlenommer)

Simon let out another squeaking laugh as he struggled to clambered towards the ice-rink with his skates on, clinging tight on you and Hannah who were propping him up either side, "whose idea was it to bring the worst skaters, ice skating."

"That would be Katie," you said with a grin, watching as she stuck her tongue out at you from where she stood already in the ice-rink beside a not-so-steady Trott, "then again, only you and Chris are bad."

"Sorry, you think I'm a good ice skater?" Hannah asked, her voice going up in pitch as she half-tripped in her own skates yet again.

You wrinkled up your nose slightly, "at least you've actually been skating before." you said pointedly, staring at Simon as you did so.

"Hey," he protested, "not my fault. The ice can't take my dwarven glory." you giggled loosely, causing Simon to let out a shriek as well and almost lose his balance - and lack thereof. Truth was, you and Katie had both decided that skating would be the best for today. Lewis was off doing some shopping for the office and was insistent no-one else helped, the Hat boys were having a day off from recording considering they stock-piled several episodes worth a few days ago and Hannah was mentally preparing herself for recording the fright night Kim had planned. Simon's grip tightened around you as yet another squeak left his mouth and all his weight sunk onto you, you arms strained and yet the smile never left your face the same way the glowing warmth never left your stomach. Spending Christmas with your friends was all you could really care about.

You all eventually reached the edge of the rink and Simon clutched so grippingly onto your hand you felt it numbing in his grip, and yet it was warm from the gloves. Katie giggled at your panicked expression as you felt Simon slip slightly almost pulling you down with him.

"OK, OK," she said, putting her hands up in mock surrender, her accent ringing making you grin widely, "maybe inviting a glory filled dwarf and a floppy walrus was not a good idea." Trott protested, groaning and willing to defend his walrus-ness when he slipped from the wall of the rink and ended up landing straight down on his bum.

"Ouch," he groaned out, staggering to his feet again with his skates slipping underneath him and Katie pulling him up. You stifled a giggle, sniggering into your free hand until Simon too slipped down, dragging you with him and the coldness of the ice caused you to let out a sudden gasp.

"Oh my god," you mumbled, laughing as Simon continued to let out shrieks from where he lay beside you, the rest of the skaters that were dotted about the hall soon diverted their eyes to the two of you, laughing louder then you both intended laying down against the ice.

"I really don't think skating is your thing," Hannah inputted, dragging Simon to his feet before turning to help you.

"Maybe someone with a bit more muscle should be the one propping him up," you insisted, keeping your gaze on Hannah who rolled her eyes in turn, Trott and Katie watching eagerly to her reaction.

She let out a grumble before finally saying, "fine." causing you, Simon and Trott to let out little cheers causing even more attention to be brought your way. You then, now without the restriction of a slippery bearded Simon attached to your arm, began skating away from the group, following the rest of the crowd in the circular motion they travelled around the rink, hands buried in your pockets and eyes fluttering closed as you let yourself glide for a few seconds - a million memories from all the other Christmas' you'd spent skating on the nearby lakes or set-up rinks. You twisted around, gripping onto the edge of the rink as you slid to a stop, facing the crowds of people going round and round whilst skating. Hannah and Simon clinging tight to each other and giggling at their stupidness as they continued to slip and slid, feet not quite keeping in time to what their hands were asking them to do. Chris and Katie skating close together, holding hands tightly with smiles tight on their faces as they spoke to each other, going about in their own perfect little world with polar bears and walruses, Trott every so often slipping a bit behind but Katie tugging at him to keep up.

You let out an involuntary grin, as your friends skated by, Simon and Hannah closing in on your position as Trott and Katie continued for another lap around the rink, "shame Kim isn't here," you thought aloud, "she loves skating, and would probably be able to teach you better then me and Hannah would."

Simon let out a little huff, hugging himself tightly, "yeah probably." he said, his eyes focused on the ground avoiding either of your gazes as you and Hannah exchanged a confused yet concerned look. You had gotten the same response from Kim when you mentioned Simon, what on earth was happening?

"Ready to go around again?" you offered, changing the subject slightly, making Simon perk up a light bit.

Hannah waved her hand tiredly, "I think I need a break."

"You literally did one lap you lazy thing," you cried, laughing as you did so.

"You try doing it with a noob of a skater clinging to you the whole time." she grumbled, staring at Simon accusingly as he giggled under his breath much like a naughty school child would. You gave him your hand which he gladly took as you tugged him away from the rink's edge and towards the middle of the rink. He's face took on a look of panic as you let him go and began to skate slightly away from him before encouraging him to move towards you.

In honesty, the sky had already turned a dark black by the time you made it out of the rink.

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A little cutesy one for you here - I can't ice skate for shizzlemanizzle either aha, and btw, I love your littlenommer, so freaking much you gorgeous Disney princess you.

- A xxx