Emil laughs quietly and draws away, heading to the edge of the rink first. "You go collect your money, Renik. I'll go to the locker room and collect our things." He nods at Ondrej, only a little bit embarrassed at the man's scoffing. He could give them all the hell he liked, it wouldn't stop them being quietly schmoopy.
He's waylaid on his way out though, someone recognizing him among the little group of skaters and approaching with enthusiastic chatter. He shakes his head at the question of whether he was here practicing for the next season, why would he be in such a small rink, when would he be announcing his theme for the season, and more, some questions about the handsome redhead he'd been clinging to. He tries to be gracious and enthusiastic right back, but he's anxious to get going.
When he does eventually manage to politely ease out of the conversation he's more than a little embarrassed, looking back at Reno apologetically before he heads off to actually do what he'd meant to to begin with. He stops on a bench to at least remove his skates first.
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He's waylaid on his way out though, someone recognizing him among the little group of skaters and approaching with enthusiastic chatter. He shakes his head at the question of whether he was here practicing for the next season, why would he be in such a small rink, when would he be announcing his theme for the season, and more, some questions about the handsome redhead he'd been clinging to. He tries to be gracious and enthusiastic right back, but he's anxious to get going.
When he does eventually manage to politely ease out of the conversation he's more than a little embarrassed, looking back at Reno apologetically before he heads off to actually do what he'd meant to to begin with. He stops on a bench to at least remove his skates first.