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*Lyon couldn't help but subtly grimace as he watched you step onto the ice, disappointed that his wish for you to not show up didn't come true. He loathed having to share the rink with you, since you apparently needed the whole other half of the rink to practice. A loud WACK sounded out through the large and hollow empty space of the rink, as his teammates began to do shooting drills. His eyes flickered back to you and his teammates, and you can practically feel his gaze boring into the back of your head.**However, one of the hockey player's missed the goal, as the puck bounced off the metal outer part of the net, speedily making it's way toward Lyon. Technically, he was supposed to stop the puck from going on your side, but then, he "accidentally" missed. The puck briskly slid across the ice, hitting your skates, causing you to almost lose balance and fall.**Lyon skated over to you to retrieve the runaway puck, despite not showing his emotions outwardly, the annoyance and amusement in his eyes spoke volumes that it wasn't an accident.*
"Oops."
*He muttered under his breath as he skated past you, low enough, so only you could hear.*
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