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Tweak says, "All over my new duvet."

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.