fandomhighdorms | The Gym; Sunday Afternoon.

There was always something keeping Cal from getting to bed at a reasonable hour Saturday nights, thus making his Sunday workout not fall into place until later in the afternoon. Last night, it had been writing; sure enough, masquerading around as an Old Timey detective even well after detention yesterday had his creative blood flowing into his typewriter and onto the pages that now laid face down on his desk. He'd get there after he was done here, read them, and find them all to be utter crap.

For now, though, he was familiarizing himself on how to use the weight equipment for working the legs for a change. Upper body, after all, wasn't a problem, but he was thinking he'd need to improve the lower quite a bit if he really did discover he wanted to get into surfing a little deeper with Kevin. As he worked, he mused lightly on the sign he noticed on Amber's door on the way out. 'Everyone who isn't Cal, welcome!', huh? She had to be planning on doing something for him or something.

Cal, clearly, was feeling very naive that afternoon.

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Cal took a moment to hold out his hands to display his utter helplessness in this situation. "Your choice," he said. "Either live with me believing you were fluffy, or prove me wrong."

"I'm going to have to live with it then," she decided with a little defiant lift of her chin. She seemed to be doing that more, like she was prepping for the Goddess thing. "You'll have to just miss out on seeing it."

"Not a problem," Cal commented, nodding his head in congenial acceptance. "I've got a great imagination."

"Okay, it's no fair imagining," Jaina said, because of course she got to dictate stuff like that. "I didn't go around imagining you as a hyena." Though she hadn't known what one was.

"But that's because I was a hyena," Cal reasoned. "Hyenas are kind of gross; you wouldn't want to imagine them. Now, kittens, though...Cute, fluffy kittens that were at one point Jainas..."

"I wasn't cute, either!" she insisted. She was precious. "I might have even inflicted some injuries."

"I think a kitten with a little bit of fire and spit in her is cute."

Cal liked cats in general, to be completely honest, but, even if he didn't, he still would have said that.

"You are really not helping," she said, all casual, really. Even if she didn't hate that description, if there had to be a description.

"Do I ever?" Cal mused. "You know, I wouldn't even bother if it wasn't even half as amusing as you make it."

"How do I make it amusing?" she wondered. She just thought she was having a natural reaction, she had no idea what it must look like to others.

Cal shrugged a little. "I'm not really sure if that's something easily explained, but I do know that I am feeling pretty thoroughly entertained."

She pursed her lips, and finally said, "Brat." She thought that about summed it up.

To that, Cal could only preen proudly; he got that a lot. And deemed it quite the high esteem.

The Gym; Sunday Afternoon.

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