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They were both terrible at this, but Nero was learning faster. Kyrie gasped as she slipped. She clung to Nero's arm, almost taking them both to the ground. With his hands on her waist, Nero lead them towards the edge of the ice rink to lean against the wall. She laughed, smiling like the sun. "This is harder than it looks!"
"I don't think we'll ever be that good." Nero chuckled as he nodded his head towards someone doing figure eights in the middle of the rink.
Kyrie leaned up and kissed him, "I'm just happy to be with you."