It was not Eirik's first time in Japan. He had visited the country a few times about two years ago for some training with Japanese figure skaters who had visited his home town to skate themselves. The figure skaters had became quick friends, mainly because of their love for figure skating. With the newly formed friendship, they had scheduled to visit one another's hometowns to skate together and to show off their skills. For the duration of two years they would visit one another and simply enjoy the new culture they were immersed in.
The male had been mindlessly wandering around town, trying to pass the time before he had to meet up with his friends. It wasn't long until he realized that he had spent too much time wandering around. With only a few minutes until the meeting time he had realized he had to quickly move so that his friends won't wait too long. His feet moved at a rapid pass, his clothing and skates were hidden within his bag which was lugged across his left shoulder. Darting through the crowd was the only thing he could possibly do at the moment, but it was getting harder as he was getting close to the center. While glancing down at his watch the male did not notice the upcoming body, resulting in the two crashing into each other.
❝A--ah, I'm sorry❞, he quickly uttered in Norwegian, reverting back to his mother tongue. Optics were filled with worry as he placed his bag onto the sidewalk.
