Phichit nudged Emil gently, pretending to be upset. "How does someone so dense get so much height? You're just trying to upstage me now!" He accused, wrapping his arms around Emil's broad shoulders.

When he'd pouted long enough, Phichit let go and skated off again, building momentum for a triple axel. He landed a bit wobbly, but didn't need to use his hand to stabilize himself, so he counted it as a win.