It was cold, but as Damien kicked and pushed around on Philip Two - so named after the original Philip that Toby had been kind enough to let him copy - He barely noticed it, too intent on getting this skateboarding thing down. So far he had managed to figure out staying on and keeping going, though turning was still hella tricky and he was no where near skilled enough to try grinding or ollies.

Kick, push, he moved easily down the paved path along the courtyard, his body leaning with the board to avoid any cracks or obstacles. It felt smooth, and easier and Damien was actually pretty damn proud of himself.