Thirty-six: Summer scrapes

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[Zell is sitting calmly on a park bench, his knees scabbed over, and scrapes on his forearms and particularly one on his cheek catching the eye. Right now, he's engaged in wrapping his wrist in a bright blue ace bandage.]

Figures that I can go off jumps and most things at the skate park, then I bang myself up tripping over a crack on the sidewalk. [

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[Sam facepalms, since he's spent the last couple of days taking care of a much smaller but equally danger-prone version of Zell]

Be careful. I don't want to have to peel you up off the concrete with a spatula, Zell.

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Don't worry! I wear a helmet, but it's way too damn hot to wear my other protective gear. Anyway, a few scrapes and a jammed wrist is nothing serious.

[Makes a tight turn and starts going forwards, just for a change of pace]

Do you know how to skate? You should come with me!

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I...never learned. I don't think I could find skates that'd fit me, anyways---trying to find shoes is hard enough.

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Sam. We must fix this. Skating is really fun.

Tell me what shoe size you wear and I'll find some for you. [Zell has that gleam in his eye, watch out.]

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Zell. I love you, man---seriously. But you're not going to get me in skates. I don't have the balance for it. I will end up on my ass.

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[Unperturbed] If you don't have the balance for skating, then you need to work on it. I'll make sure you do. Height is no longer an excuse---never was for me, and I won't let you use it either.

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...Seriously. Zell. Me, skating? They'll have to---to rope off the street for me. Ask Dean. I'm not exactly...graceful.

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And I routinely fall down the stairs. I'm not going to put you on skates---yet---but we can work on your balance.

And if we have to rope off a street when I decide you're ready for skates, then we'll rope off the street.

... I'm kidding. Really.