Nate hung around the edge of the skating rink while Rocky slowly edged back and forth across the ice, arms held straight out from his sides. "You should try too!" he was saying. "It's fun!"
"Uh-huh," Nate said. Rocky wobbled, arms pinwheeling, then had to grab at the railing before he fell over. "I got four feet here, in case you ain't noticed. Don't work all that great in skates."
"Other people are doing it!" And yeah, there were some four-footed pokémon out on the, but they were mostly just running around, not actually skating. Rocky watched the pokémon gliding around expertly with undisguised envy. Most had skates, but some were able to glide around on their natural claws, or conjured energy blades to do the work of metal. That at least was pretty badass, Nate had to admit, but no fucking way he could pull that off.
"Oh, hey!" Rocky brightened, staring at something over Nate's shoulder. "It's Seyka!"
Sure enough, the skarmory had stopped not too far away, apparently lost in thought. "Hey! Hey, Seyka! How are you doing?" Rocky yelled, waving broadly at the skarmory.