[Kimblee would be lying if he said he remembered how to skate. As such, he's taken to holding onto the railing, having decided to go without the skates as he makes his way around the edges of the rink. He makes it halfway across before the ice decides to kick his pride, ending with the alchemist clinging to the fence for dear life as he focuses on regaining his balance.]
Oh for pete's sake, it's just ice--you've walked on this plenty of times back home, Kimblee.
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Oh for pete's sake, it's just ice--you've walked on this plenty of times back home, Kimblee.
[...Yeah, he sure was talking to himself.]