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The gym, Sunday afternoon

Jaina didn't so much mind not feeling rushed to go back to her room, because it could be a nice cover for spending some extra time in the gym. She was at the punching bag today, more working on making sure she sent it swinging hard enough than anything. After a while the chain's creaking sound got to be sort of soothing.

Yeah, that might be a sign she spent too much time here.

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Another late morning meant Cal didn't bring himself into the gym until a little later than his usual time. But he had been slacking and his Mondays were now going to be spent at the library, so he had to make up for things.

He wasn't surprised to see Jaina there, and, in fact, he was a little pleased for it. There was a lot to be said about cherishing normalcy.

"Hey, Jaina." He lifted a hand to her as he moved over to the weight machines, starting some light stretching.

Pretty much immediately Jaina figured out it was harder to be all closed off from the get go with him because seeing him down here was so normal. It was part of the routine she just sank into. "Hey. Haven't seen you for a while," she said, pushing her bangs out of her eyes before turning back to the bag.

"I know!" Cal agreed with a slight groan as he reached his arms up over his head and then dropped one behind his back. "I suck. That whole being a hyena thing just threw of my game so much."

And now she turned back to him. Because really, that had to be questioned. "The hyena thing?"

"Yeah, you know." Cal dropped his arms, shook them out, repeated on the other side. "People turn into animals around here, haven't you heard?"

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"Yeah, I've bathed a few bunnies in my day," she said. "You were a hyena and I missed it?" Not that she knew what one was, but still. Not the point.

Cal's lip curled in disgust even thinking of saying what he was about to, but he found that it just came out of him anyway and he stretched forward. "There are pictures, if you're really that curious."

"And I have to go to who for them?" She probably wouldn't, but it was nice to have the option.

"Ino Yamanaka. Amber Atkins." If anything, he figured it might be a good way to test their mettle after the whole explosion about the photos, see if they really would stick by their guns and keep them to their selves.

"Oh, I met your cousin yesterday."

Hm. Who knew, if she really needed a pick-me-up.

"Ben?" she said, smiling a little. "Yeah, he was a bit of a shock."

"He called you old," Cal said, smirking a little and imagining how little Ben was going to hate him now, but that was what made it so fun, "and we talked about your hair."

"I'm not old!" she insisted, not even nineteen for probably a couple months yet. "I'm not even sure I want to know why you were talking about my hair."

"Because it's pretty," Cal answered simply, trying not to smirk too much as he lifted one of his legs behind him, holding it there to stretch the muscle.

He wasn't going to touch the old part.

"Shut up," she said, knowing he had to be joking. Especially now, with it pulled back and her being kind of sweaty. "I might have to ask Ben now, you know."

"What?" Cal wasn't snickering, really. He was, however, just barely keeping himself from doing so as he switched legs. "You can't just take my word for it that you have pretty hair and are old?"

"You know, somehow I find that difficult. And I'm not old," she added. She'd never be old, even. Ha.

"Ancient," Cal insisted lightly with a laugh. He dropped his leg and moved over to the weights, picking out his dumbbells and then finding a good spot in the mirror. "Don't worry, though. You're aging quite gracefully. A real classic beauty."

"Haven't you heard it's not nice to tease?" Jaina asked, even if she didn't mind it. "Especially me?"

"Nope," Cal said, starting the steady lifting curls of his first set. "Never. I am a complete innocent and therefor you cannot hurt me without feeling really bad."

"You know, I got over that?" No, she hadn't. "Besides, for as many times as you called me old already, I'm not buying the innocent thing."

"If it helps any," Cal offered by way of truce, although his grin was still unapologetic, "if I went by my birth certificate, I'm technically forty eight."

And female. But that wasn't the point.

"And you call me old," she said, though she might have been trying to picture him at that age. "I'm only like thirty-one in Ben's time. I should be the one teasing you."

"Hey, I at least look good for my age."

"Hey, who's the classic beauty here?" she countered, turning back to the bag to kick at it. It was weird to know now that some people would actually call her that. She didn't like it so much.

"Alright, alright," Cal said, shooting a look toward her oh-so-uppity counterattack, and thinking that he really did deserve to be in the punching bag's place right now. He couldn't help himself sometimes, though. "Calm down, you young whipper snapper."

Jaina grinned as much as she dared most days. "Do I sound high-maintenance if I can argue that, too?"

"For the sake of me being right?" Cal asked, then nodded. "Yes. Yes you do."

She mulled this over for a moment. "I can deal with high-maintenance," she decided.

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