The Camp Gym; Tuesday Morning.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Another morning in the gym. Cal had a thought that if he kept it up like this, he might be overdoing it, especially when he considered the soreness tugging at his limbs with each small movement, but he also figured he had a class tomorrow and work Thursday, so that should make him slow down at least a little bit.

But he liked it. It was a good way to kill time that wasn't slowly killing him; it was a rare time when how his body felt matched the flow of hormones running through it. Simple, repetitive, almost mechanical movements, carefully sculpting out what for sixteen years he had no control over. And the work and the sweat and the physical strain put him in a better mood for the rest of the day.

So he was there. Another morning in the gym.


[[ open gym is open *pats the little obsessive one* ]]

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[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

Easy questions. She did like this.

"Fourteen." And she didn't even stammer.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal's head bobbed a little in a nod; he figured she was a bit younger. "Fourteen's an interesting age," he commented. "A good age for change..."

He was having the feeling that Hinata's change in coming here from where she'd been was a bit on the calmer side compared to his change at her age.