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Luna sat on the floor of the gym, her legs crossed, and in a fresh outfit of clothes. She was currently still shoeless, but she did not mind overly much, as her hair began drying. Yet again. Her muddy clothes had been difficult to wash and wring out, but she had hung them on an abandoned locker. This was her second fresh set of clothes in less than twenty-four hours, but hopefully they would at least hold for a little while longer.

Wiggling her bare toes, the blonde finger combed through her long locks, and considered cutting it all off. For all of a moment or two. It was a nuisance, but she did hope that she would not be dragged through the mud again for at least a day. It would only be a considerate thing for the Fates to do.

While Martha had gone off to the Thrift Shoppe in search of supplies, Luna had gingerly washed mud and grit off of her back. Mud everywhere else was done quickly, but she had had to take her time in the icy water to make sure she got any residual mud out of the scratches. Shivering just from the memory, Luna tucked her knees up against her chest as she sat there. She wondered how Andy was doing, and hoped he was okay. Oh, he would be, she thought silently to herself.