The Gym, Sunday Afternoon

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally has wandered her way down to the gym. She's done enough fiddling with her new tools, reading, etcetera. The kickball game had sadly proven her athletic inadequacies. She was going to fix that.

She starts with running laps around the gym. After that, she would go to the weight room, and after that, she's grabbed one of Anders' Pyramid balls and plans to mess about on the court a bit.

No way the best Pyramid player on campus was gonna have a pipsqueak weakling for a girlfriend.

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[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"That's why we'd be looking for it, champ. It's like one of those mystery kids books I read... erm... Dictionary Tan, I think. We can totally go search for clues and stuff." Cally smiles tentatively. "Okay?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Um. I never read those," says Anders, which is kind of stating the obvious. "How do we do that? Oh!"

He hops over to the tree and leans over, his face all scrunched up in concentration as he appears to be . . . listening to it?

After a moment, he frowns. "It's not tellin' me anything." So he turns around and slaps the tree's branches a few times. "Talk, damn you! Frakkin' talk!"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally raises both eyebrows.

"Um, champ? Not that I will be surprised if the answer is yes, but... have you ever had a tree actually talk to you?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders blinks. "First time for everything, right? But I don't think it knows anything. Think it'll talk if we threaten it with fire?"

He slumps and walks back over to Cally, leaning his forehead against her shoulder. "I got no clue, coach."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Nope. Fire bad. Tree.... nevermind." Cally reaches up and runs her fingers through Anders' hair, right behind his ear. "We'll... we'll get a hold of Bridge. He, like, did training stuff right? He should know what to do."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Police stuff. Right," Anders mumbles, not raising his head from Cally's shoulder. "Yeah, he'd know what to do, I guess."

He sniffles. Just a little bit. "Sorry 'bout that, coach. D'you still wanna work out a little bit since we're here?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Race ya to the other side of the gym." She winks, and then shoves Anders back a little before taking off running.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey!" Anders laughs and chases after Cally, and actually ends up losing pretty badly because he keeps shooting accusatory looks at the Christmas tree and veering off course.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally stops on the other side, breathing a little heavily as she'd been running for a while before Anders showed up.

"What's that? Big Pyramid star can't even keep up with a little grease monkey like me?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders comes to a halt next to her and grins crookedly. "Kicked my ass good and proper, you did. I'm not built for short sprints, coach."

Going over to give Cally a hug, he frowns when he notices her heavy breathing. "You okay there, coach? You need a break?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"I'm okay. Just, not built for short sprints either, really. And I've been running for awhile, that's all. Got a head start on you in the excercise department, today." Cally rubs noses with Anders and shrugs. "So, what's next, huh?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders shrugs and kisses Cally's nose. "Could hit the weight room, maybe? Work on a few light routines that'll give you a breather? Could be my turn to be the coach, for once." He winks at her.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, so you get to order me around for a change, huh?" Cally winks back. "Alright, I'm at your mercy. What am I doing?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders thinks for a second. "Yeah, weight room, definitely. C'mon. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/346657.html?thread=13180705#t13180705)"