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The Library; Monday [ 09/29. ]

Cal limped (yes, limped, and pretty badly, too) into the library that morning to open it, grumbling into his coffee about a hatred for radio that had very firmly exceeded his previous apathy about it. Not only for radio, but also for all things small, amphibious, and shelled. He'd always been more of a frog person himself.

The pile of books waiting to be shelved got quite the glare, as well. Once he sat down, he wasn't moving. Not with those bruises on his shins.

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"Tough," Temari replied, hopping up to sit on the edge of the desk. "Did I pass?"

"I think so," Cal had to admit as he looked over the list of capitals. "Points off for not spelling Cheyenne, though, tsk tsk. Let me just grab my answer key here..." He reached under a pile of books for a sheet of paper, the master list of states to capitals.

"It's not even my alphabet, Sparkles. You should be glad I can pronounce all those damn names."

"Hey, not everything's as easy to pronounce as Fanbutt; most of them are either Native American names, or presidents. Or Lansing."

"Sp I passed?" She prompted.

"Remember what I said," Cal commented, loftily, as he made a mark on the list, "about patience?"

"Not really, no," Temari replied, looking over her nails.

"That's funny," Cal replied, handing over the notebook paper with Temari's score on it, his eyes leveled on her with amusement, "how someone who can remember most of the state capitals so well can't remember something said about fifteen minutes ago."

"Call it selective memory," Temari replied, smirking and taking the paper. "I learned to tune a lot out with my brother around."

Cal snorted slightly at that. Brother. Just what he needed to hear in light of what Ino and he had talked about. Being herded into the fold without knowledge, much less consent.

"How do you know," he kept his gaze leveled, but it lost some of its amusement, "that you won't miss anything important?"

"I'll know." She wasn't just ignoring, she was... tuning out the unimportant bits.

"Uh-huh." Cal didn't sound too convinced. "Of course you would. You're practically perfect at knowing what and what not is good for a person, aren't you?"

"Are you going to get to a point or prattle on like a woman?" Temari asked, looking over and meeting his gaze easily.

"Should I even bother?"

"I asked, didn't I?"

Really, did he have to be so moody?

That caused him to suck in a bit of breath; she never did seem to have a problem with being...succinct. "It's..."

But after all that, he probably was just being moody and the whole thing felt stupid now. He shook his head. It wasn't like it was a problem that was going to crop up again any time soon, right?

"Never mind," he said. "It's nothing. Now that you've got the states done, what are you going to move onto now?"

Temari gave him a long and hard look for that small break, as if she could figure out just what he had been about to see.

To push or not...

"Che, such a women," She chided, but it was more out of affection than mockery. "There are more countries, right?"

The snort that Cal gave was more irritated then he led on. "And you," he muttered, "have enough testosterone for both of us. And, yeah, there are. Lots more. Thinking you should hit up Europe next."

"Then Europe it will be," She said simply. Smoothing her dress, Temari gave him another look out of the corner of her eye. "What is wrong, Cal?"

"A demon spawn with sore gums kicked me in both my shins last night; what do you think is wrong, Fan--"

Wait. Cal? Did she just call him by his actual, although abridged, name?

He cut off with a frown. "Nothing's wrong."

Temari snorted at the mention of Turtle. He deserved a good kick for the spitting thing.

"You about worked yourself up to a rant at me before and then stopped. What. Is. Wrong?"

Turtle had started it! She deserved to be spit on for kicking him first!

"It's stupid," Cal said. "It's probably not even going to be an issue anymore, anyway, and so I'd end up ranting at you, and we're both so God damn stubborn that the only thing that'll happen is we'll reach an impasse of opinions, so it's all pointless, anyway."

Temari sighed. Dealing with people back home was so much easier than this.

"And you'll continue to stew about this. So just say it and be done with whatever is wrong."

"No giving me shit about thinking the way I do?" Cal asked, giving her a warning look. If she goaded him into talking and then gave him a hard time about it...

"I can't promise that, but I do promise not to say anything until you've had your say," Temari said.

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