where?: the pathway leading to the cabins who? : duckie & ramón aka @straylegacy
duckie's legs hurt in a major way. it was his own fault. what kind of person got to thirty years old and still couldn't ride a bike? of course, they'd brought their roller blades with him to try and combat that. but, in true duckie fashion, they'd knocked a wheel loose while rolling over the root of a tree that they hadn't seen. so now they were just walking the perimeter of the camp, in socked feet, holding a pair of roller blades. duckie knew that they shouldn't complain - they only had themself to blame, and they did love their walks around the camp grounds with their well-loved walkman. but not even ‘here comes your man’ by the pixies playing on a loop could make this less miserable looking. as the cabins came into view, so did ramón. duckie couldn't help but think that ramón and all the other people in cabin two got pretty lucky with the fact their power reliably worked. duckie spent a lot of time trying to read his reptiles & amphibians of north carolina field guide in the dark or by the flickering yellow glow of his flashlight. “you wouldn't happen to have something that could tighten an axle nut, would you?,” duckie asked, taking a careful & deliberate step over a shallow puddle, “like a wrench or something?”