[ Challenge words don't work on someone who's long adopted a "doudemo ii" lifestyle, Souji. (Exercise was always gross feeling, he really only went to a PE club for his Social Link, too.) But he admittedly still kinda feels bad for the latter's unfortunate tumble in the face of his enthusiasm, and with a small sigh pushes himself up from his chair, to take an unsteady stand and the steps to get on the ice...
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The regret was only growing. Minato had intended to go and help Souji up, but instead, he was afraid to let go of his grip on the railing. Feeling the cold on his knuckles, his anxious glare was pasted on the floor by his feet as his ankles outright refused to keep him completely upright. He waits a few seconds, between each move forward... but his luck won't hold out forever. Regardless, it didn't look like any progress would be fast either, on his front.
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The regret was only growing. Minato had intended to go and help Souji up, but instead, he was afraid to let go of his grip on the railing. Feeling the cold on his knuckles, his anxious glare was pasted on the floor by his feet as his ankles outright refused to keep him completely upright. He waits a few seconds, between each move forward... but his luck won't hold out forever. Regardless, it didn't look like any progress would be fast either, on his front.
Maybe Tatsuya would fare better? ]