outside menudo cabin ; wednesday afternoon

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It was nice to be able to go outside again and not end up soaking wet and irritated. It was nice to be able to hit the boardwalk and ride his skateboard for hours on end, working up a good sweat despite the mild temperatures. It was nice to really break in his new board so he could take it back to Seattle and show Ramon that he wasn't just out here buying new things.

What wasn't nice was having to clean himself up after taking a nasty spill when he'd gotten distracted by his own thoughts. The Council meeting was in two days and Sam had gotten distracted enough at one point that he'd lost control of his board and ended up with a pretty bad case of road rash on both elbows. He'd ended his ride shortly thereafter.

Now, he was sitting outside of his cabin, trying to clean up the blood and dirt that was currently decorating both of his elbows. It wasn't the first time he'd done this but that didn't stop it from hurting a whole heck of a lot. First aid kit between his feet, Sam was lightly dabbing at each elbow to clean it off before he got to bandaging it.

Even with this setback, he still liked that it wasn't raining. He just didn't want to go the Council meeting in a few days. He sucked at that stuff. And unfortunately two busted up elbows wouldn't get him out of that.

Oh well.

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[likethestore.livejournal.com]

"Want some help with that?" K-Mart called as she approached her cabin. Menudo? Seriously? How had she gotten that cabin?

Oh, right, universe had a sense of humor.

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Sam had a piece of gauze pressed against one elbow while the other one stung painfully every time the breeze blew too hard. He glanced up at someone he thought he'd seen inside his cabin but couldn't really be sure.

"It's kinda messy," Sam pointed out because, well, blood and dirt and who knew what else. It had been a pretty bad spill. "I wouldn't wanna be responsible for someone having to do laundry."

[likethestore.livejournal.com]

"Meh." K-Mart waved a hand dismissively. "I can deal with a little mess. 'sides, I'm used to having to clean dirty clothes."

Only they'd never come out quite clean before, back home.

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Sam considered her offer before eventually shaking his head. "Nah, I think I got it. It's just a little road rash. It's definitely not the first time and it definitely won't be the last. Thanks for the offer, though. If I ever have to amputate, I'll let you know so you can get in on the mess."

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"You need emergency medical treatment in the middle of nowhere or something, I'm your girl," K-Mart said with a cheerful grin as she took a seat a little aways from him but close enough to keep talking. "So, how'd this happen?"

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"Well, take it from me," Sam said, pulling the gauze away from one elbow so he could toss it on the ground near his feet. He reached for a clean patch of gauze and applied it to his other elbow.

"If you're riding anything with four tiny wheels and no seatbelt, try not distracted or you're just gonna be doomed to hit the only freaking pebble within a mile. After that, gravity takes over and gravity is not a forgiving thing."

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"Ouch," K-Mart said with a wince. "Four wheels, no seatbelt, complete focus. Got it."

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"It's not the worst thing I've ever done to myself while I was skateboarding," Sam shared, shrugging. The worst thing had been the werewolf attack even if that hadn't happened because he was skateboarding. "I'll have to wear stupid bandages and look like a klutzy chump for a few days but no harm, no foul really."