Second Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

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The weekend with the children (or more precisely, the lack thereof) had not been great for Simon. Couple that with some of his classes leaning heavily on death and the future last week, and he'd been training pretty hard for the last few days. This would explain the fresh bandages on his knuckles, and the equally fresh (although light) scrape on one of his pale cheeks. Sometimes you really botched a jump.

And he was getting breakfast now. Milk, a bowlful of cereal, and he was frying two eggs for himself. Of course, his mind was still on a whole variety of other things (what he should have done better with that jump, whether he should go home to England for a visit, whether he should just go home in general) that his concentration on the task at hand was a little wobbly. And so he managed to burn his finger on the edge of the frying pan.

A moment later, holding his poor hand under cold water from the faucet and trying not to get the bandage wet, Simon thought he had seen better days.

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With her first class of the week a good couple of hours away, Kate was in for a leisurely breakfast this morning, and seeming remarkably relaxed, for her.

"Fight with the kitchen appliances and you will lose," she informed him. Kate was a helpful sort.

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"What?"

Well, you try being quick on your feet when your morning has consisted of running and jumping and climbing and injury after injury.

Simon was trying. "Oh. N-no, I... Just had an accident."

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Kate arched an eyebrow at him as she grabbed a box of cereal, without really looking at what it happened to be. She was kidding, Simon. Only kidding.

"This is why I go for the easy option pre-caffeine." Because she liked her fingers, thanks, and shook the pack of Capn' Crunch illustratively. Couldn't burn yourself on that.

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"I thought frying eggs would be easy." And, well, it had been. His concentration was just shot to hell.

A slightly burnt finger was pretty small compared to his bandaged knuckles and scraped face, though. He turned the water off, deciding the burn was as healed as it would get. "I guess that was wrong."

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"No worries," she told him, pouring out a bowl. "Girls dig scars." Or so she'd heard. "Just come up with something better than 'the pan bit me'." Or burnt him. Whichever.

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"Hey Kate," Kenzi said, heading for the fridge and foodly goodness. "How's it going?"

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Wesley didn't live on this floor, but he did, like many Fandom students, have a truly remarkable way of knowing when someone was cooking in a common room other than his own. (He suspected it was something to do with the walls of the building deliberately wafting delicious scents -- or in the case of Certain Other People's cooking, terrible ones -- up and down the corridors.) So, drawn forward by the smell of frying eggs, here he was.

And immediately distracted from the food. Lucky, that.

"Are you all right?"

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"Yes," Simon said as he glanced up, though he'd just been examining the blister forming on his finger. Ow. "It's just a burn."

And bandaged hands, and a slightly scraped face. But you know.

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Wesley frowned. "There ought to be some gauze in the cabinet," he offered, wheeling over. "It's not too bad, I hope?"

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"It's fine," Simon said, with a quick shake of his head. "I've... had worse."

Sadly, that was true. By-product of his habit of running around the warehouse district.

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"If you're sure," relented the massive hypocrite who continued to be surprised and dismissive whenever people inquired about the wheelchair he was in. He finally gave in and segued, though. "Have we met before?"

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"You know, I kind of thought you were shitting me a little bit about the kid thing." Not that Wesley seemed like an untrustworthy sort, particularly. Just that Kate had pictured it happening for for a few (not including herself), rather than the majority.

There was a 'hello' in there somewhere. Possibly.

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"Sadly not," Wesley confirmed. "Did you wind up having any, then?"

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"Apparently some version of me collects orphaned teenagers." One orphaned teenager. So she was prone to exagerration. "... That sounds wrong. She didn't seem to mind."

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"Ah," Wesley said. Not having been graced by cursed with visited by any children this year, he didn't have much in the way of commisserating, but he was able to at least be sympathetic. "She wasn't too bad, I hope?"

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"Wesleyyyyyy." Kenzi considered. Did she have anything to torture or tease him with recently? No. So she just said his name again. Annoyingly. "Wesleyyyyy. Hey."

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Wesley suppressed a sigh. He'd asked for that, really. "Morning," he said instead, perfectly pleasantly. "How are you?"

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"Enh. A little bored. Little hungry. Glad kids go home after two days." She grinned at him, and tilted her head. "'Sup with you?"

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Kenzi like she'd heard her name had come in in between classes, and was now foraging for Pop-Tarts. "Hey. You're looking kinda bruised. What happened?"

She settled in on top of a counter, and stuck a few yummy delicious fruit-based substitute-toast things in the toaster.

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Simon did wonder if she had some sort of a sixth sense about being mentioned, yes.

He smiled at her, a little, though it turned sheepish as he glanced down at his hand. "I fell."

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"Dude," Kenzi said reprovingly, then pointed at his cheek too. "Did you fall down a staircase? Gotta be careful." She shook her head. Then at his fingers again. "And burned? Yeesh."

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"I burned my finger on the pan, frying eggs," Simon explained, and still felt a bit embarrassed about that. "And I fell off a building."

Yes.

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Mercy'd scented Simon as she headed up to her room and detoured to stop in and say hello.

She got there just as he burned his hand and turned to run it under water. "Ouch. You okay?"

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"I'm fine," Simon said, though he kept his hand under the water. "Hello, Mercy."

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"Of course you'd probably say that if you'd burned your hand right off," Mercy said lightly as she smiled at him.