The Gym; Monday Morning.

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Although he was occasionally caught somewhere between a stretch and a yawn, Cal was determined to make his workout this morning count. Getting through the next part of the 'story' was a little rough, so he wanted to lose himself under the undulating waves of adrenaline and sweat. It started with a good, lengthly stretch, and then a brisk jog on the treadmill. Then, when Cal drifted over to the weights, he noticed the bench distinctly marked with a great, big X. Letting out a breath from the effort of his running, Cal tilted his head slightly, wondering why that X would be there. Maybe someone broke the bench and it had been marked, like trees to be cut down? He took a moment, bending down beside it to check it out and see if he could spot where a broken bit might be.

And found chest underneath it. A little chest. Curiosity got the best of him, inspiring him to open it, only to reveal the dull sheen of the foil wrapped tightly around chocolate coins.

"...Oh, cool!"

This would probably not be conducive to his workout.

And, no, Cal oddly did not have a single reservation about munching on randomly found chocolate. Chocolate was chocolate, after all.

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