room 216 ; monday afternoon

Sam's only class of the day was done which meant he had most of his afternoon and all of his evening free to do...nothing. Come on, what else did you expect from a slacker?

He'd gotten his record player going though and was currently listening to something bluesy. Ashley had visited earlier, making the excuse that she was passing along some information on the rogue wolf pack when Sam really thought she was checking in on him. She would never admit that (and he didn't expect her to) but he'd teased her pretty hard about it until she'd disappeared.

It'd left him in a good mood, though. Sure, he was still sore and his stiff but his bruises were fading (thankfully) and it didn't hurt to move around regularly anymore. He could live with the soreness and the stiffness.

Sitting cross legged on the floor with his skateboard on his lap, he'd taken to giving it a good cleaning before starting to replace his worn wheels, trucks and bearings. There was grip tape next to him ready for the next phase of 'spruce up skateboard.'

[Door and post are open, sure!]