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Tweak says, "What the hell just happened?"

Merlin (youngmagician) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-03-04 21:08:00

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merlin, morgana

Merlin felt very proud of himself. After a week or so practicing on the skateboard he'd finally gotten pretty good at it. He could balance, keep moving, and best of all - Turn! It wasn't an easy task. He would use the board to get to and from work, practicing when he got the chance, and this afternoon he'd finally managed to turn on the board and keep going. Not without a few trips or falls. His clothes were dirty again. His first day practicing he'd ripped the knees of his jeans open and wore them again today so no to ruin another pair of pants, which resulted in the pants ripping a bit more, and his knees getting scraped and bloody.

Merlin was entirely too cheerful wandering into Building C, a plastic bag in hand, and covered in scrapes and bruises. A cut on his cheek, scrapes on his arms and palms from catching himself, dirt probably mixing into any and all bloody surface cuts, and a goofy grin on his face as he tucked the skateboard under his arm. They hurt a little, but none of the scrapes were really serious. He was prepared to take care of them himself -- until he heard a familiar voice behind him that Merlin knew meant he was in trouble for something.

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future_seer
2010-03-05 02:28 am UTC (link)

Morgana had been having her own fun with wheels. Rollerblading was harder than she had expected but she was getting the hang of it. She had fallen onto her arse twice today and she had fallen onto her side, luckily she had the grass to brake a fall. She likely had a bruise on her shoulders but other than that and some brownish-green stains on a sleeve of her shirt and a bit on her back, she didn't have much by way of marks on her.

She was walking towards the building, quite proud of herself, with her helmet and wheels in her hands when she spotted Merlin. Merlin who looked like he'd ran into a brick wall more than a few times. Alright. Perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration. However, Morgana knew that he was much worse for wear since the last time she saw him. Biting her bottom lip, she felt bad that that last time hadn't been since before time reverted back to this one.

Not immediately seeing the board in his hands, worry surged through Morgana as she thought up all of the worse case scenarios that he could have gotten himself into. It was Merlin after all. Although she would never admit it to Arthur, since blaming him for things was still good fun ... most especially when it made him huffy and irritated; however, she was starting to realize that Merlin had an ability to find trouble that had nothing to do with Arthur leading him to the mouth of trouble. Morgana couldn't help but to feel realived that this place had been relatively quite lately. The two of them, not that Gwen didn't have her moments, were going to prematurely turn her hair white.

Walking, stalking ... depending on your definition, into the building, steps determined she called out-her tone made sharp by her concern-"Merlin!" A heavy frown marred her features. As she neared him she noticed the skateboard contraption. And it was more difficult than she would have thought not to give into sighing and shaking her head, like she was a mother who'd caught an errant child's hands in the cook jar. "What have you done to yourself?"

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youngmagician
2010-03-05 02:54 am UTC (link)

Merlin had learned the joys of skateboarding, but never invested any time or interest in the many means of safety equipment. Helmets, knee and elbow pads, all unnecessary as far as he was concerned. He would just practice, and then he wouldn't need to worry about getting himself hurt. It's not like he was bleeding to death or anything. So really, at first he didn't even consider that was why Morgana was giving him the tone. Had he upset someone on accident? He tried to remember everything he'd said and done lately. Was he not talking to them enough then maybe? He'd been yelled at already for being too quiet before.

"Oh nothing. It looks worse then it is." He smiled awkwardly, glad that it was just the scrapes and bruises she was upset about. Merlin lifted up the plastic bag. "I have band-aids!"

He looked to the bag and flushed slightly remembering the band-aids were from the kids section, meaning different neon colored ones instead of just normal looking ones, and held the bag behind his back again. "I was skateboarding, and I got the hang of it! I can skate and turn! It's fun and the last time I didn't even fall. I'm getting better!"

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future_seer
2010-03-05 03:14 am UTC (link)

Morgana gave him a brief look. Nothing as bad as what she reserved for Arthur but a bit worse than the ones that she gave to Gwen. In the back of her mind she realized that she had never given Merlin or Gwen looks until arriving to this place. Further, she realized-all in the back of her mind-she tended to give Merlin's looks at her PDA, at that this might very well be the first one she gave him in person. She very well realized that they were worse that they looked-his wounds-but it was the fact that he had them in the first place that had her frowning.

And then he showed her the band-aids. Because really. They had little cartoons on them. Brow quirking slightly, she still didn't give into that need to sigh or roll her eyes. Neither did she give into the need to smile. "I doubt that there are enough band-aids in that box to cover all your cuts and scrapes, Merlin."

Then she did smile. A slightly crooked, warm smile. Because only a cold-hearted harpy could stay upset in the face of that enthusiasm and despite what Arthur believed, Morgana was far from a cold-hearted harpy. "I'm happy to hear that you're doing better with your skateboarding, Merlin." She said sincerely. Taking the band-aids from his hand, she said. "Come on. I'll help you put these on." No one would think it and no one had better say it to her face. But Morgana was a fusser. Gwen might be the one to mother them all, but Morgana could worry-wart and fuss over a scrape like the best of them. "I suppose it would be too much to ask you to put on a helmet the next time you go skateboarding."

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youngmagician
2010-03-05 03:48 am UTC (link)

"Enough to cover the scrapes that need it." Some cuts, like the one on his cheek, just needed to be cleaned. Only his knees and a few on his arms needed band-aids. Merlin was happy to do it himself, but was not about to argue if Morgana wanted to help. She and Gwen generally got their way as far as Merlin was concerned; he wouldn't have the heart to say no, and they were (Morgana mostly) not the sort to let things go if they were set on something. So he just turned red, let her have the band-aids, and opened his door to follow her inside.

"I don't need a helmet. I got the hang of it, and I don't fall on my head." He answered casually, wandering into the little kitchen to find a washcloth or two. Running it under the water, he cleaned up his hands first. Water was enough to clean little cuts, yes?

Eventually he did notice the helmet and wheels she was holding, pointing to them. "What are those?"

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future_seer
2010-03-05 06:18 pm UTC (link)

"No." She said. "You just run into things that hit your face." There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone, mixed with fond exasperation. She wasn't going to argue about the helmet. However, as her eyes properly catelouged the extent of the damage, she wondered if she could talk him into knee and elbow pads. Or perhaps the wonder should have been how long it would take him to give into what she wanted him to do.

Morgana followed him into the kitchen, not bothering to look down at what he was pointing to. In fact, she really didn't notice he was pointing. She was busy trying to figure out the chances of Merlin owning a first kit. The answer was probably a big fat zero. "This is a helmet." Morgana's eyes narrowed slightly, in dubious question. "You weren't protesting that you didn't need one without knowing exactly one was, were you?"

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youngmagician
2010-03-05 08:11 pm UTC (link)

"Only once! I - ah - tried to turn, and there was a tree..." He ran a hand through his hair lightly, embarrassed now thinking she'd seen him run straight into the tree. A helmet wouldn't have helped really with that, since the branch that nicked his cheek wasn't on top of his head. Merlin probably wouldn't be conned into owning any safety gear, and didn't really own any first aid things - hence the newly bought kid band-aids and a washcloth.

"No. The shoes, with wheels." Merlin corrected, having put a little water on the cut on his hand (disinfected enough for him, obviously), he attempted to put a band-aid on -- not as easy as he imagined one handed, never mind that it wouldn't stick while his hand was wet.

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