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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 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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