Oh, Seven, what the fuck had he gotten himself into?! Riddle can feel his heart beating hard in his chest, his hands shaking as he clings onto Cater's. If not for the confidence Cater had, the gentle tug of his hands to pull him along with him. Oh, he really felt like he was going to fall.

His legs shake similarly to how they shook the month he was wearing heels for the very first time, his knees finding it difficult to keep up.

Eyes up, Riddle, keep your eyes on Cater.

He manages to stay balanced for the first moment, his breath catching in the back of his throat. His face has gotten so red by this point, head spinning with focus.

"The skates are-- heavy. How do I move without falling??"

The question comes out in a shaky panic, as he begins to stumble further, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. "Ca-- Cater-- Are you sure I won't fall????"