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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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First period was devoted entirely to sucking down his sugary coffee and brooding. A lot.

Cal was discovering a morbid, masochistic fascination with reaching down and pressing against the bruises on his shins, making the pain spread up and his senses tingle from it.

Cal put up his bruised legs on the desk and leaned back in his chair, relaxing with a book to take his mind off the pain that had only inflamed because he was an idiot who kept poking at the marks.

Cal was there with a sandwich, but the library was closed to all but the librarian and the other aides.

Crutches. Maybe he could get crutched. That stupid brat had kicked him hard enough that he wouldn't be surprised if something had broken.

Okay, if they were broken, he wouldn't be able to walk on his legs, right?

He'd go look it up if it didn't mean getting up. Besides, Fanbutt should be coming in for her quiz at any moment.

In Cal's opinion, fifth period could go by as slowly as it wanted, because the sooner it came, the sooner he had to get up and limp back to his room, which he wasn't looking forward to.

There will be workzor, but SP is love!

And look at that, there she was. Giving him a look over the leg.

"You look a little rough around the edges, kid," Indy noted as he came out of his office. "You end up as a girl last week too?"

Cal frowned at Dr. Jones for a moment, wondering how the two were directly related. "I have bruised shins," he said, by way of answer, "not bruised pride."

That would be a no, for the record.

"Fanbutt!" Cal moved his leg, putting it down with care to not show any sign of wincing. The last thing he needed was for her to have fuel for the fire of teasing him. "Here for you very important geography quiz?"

"Why else would I be?" She asked, following the movement of his leg idly.

"Oh, what, you wouldn't stop by to just visit me?" Cal asked, feigning injury. "You didn't have a geography quiz last week when you came in."

Temari smirked, hands spread on the desk between them. "Are you going to quiz me, or are we going to discuss radio?"

Indy held up his hands in a conciliatory fashion. "Sorry. My mistake. Sam last week had a similar look on his... her face."

He shook his head at that. "Still not used to that concept just yet."

Cal shrugged slightly. "I was one of the lucky few," he offered, to make amends for the comment, although he certainly wasn't going to elaborate. "You really do get used to all this, though, I swear. I was indoctrinated on my first week, but, I mean, I'm pretty jaded for my youth, too."

Cal groan, rolling his eyes. "So not worth the twenty bucks I got for it," he muttered. "And there's nothing to discuss. Quiz time. Let's go."

He reached for a pad of paper, clicked a pen with his thumb. "Tell me," he asked, straightening importantly, "do you prefer oral?"

"Receiving or giving?" Because, really, if he expected her to respond to that seriously, he was off his rocker.

Cal just smirked at that. "I think in this case," he said, "you'd technically be giving."

"Are you going to start any time soon?" She asked, ducking the question with a practiced ease.

"Patience," Cal said, shaking his head slightly. "Patience, my young pupil, is a virtue to be practiced and maintained."

There was a slight pause, and he drew a number one on the notebook, circling it.

"We'll start with Michigan."

"Lansing." She made sure to remember that one.

Cal dutifully wrote it down with a smirk. She had to have known that if she didn't get that one, he'd never let her forget it.

"Alabama...."

He would have an actual quiz prepared.

Smirking, Temari shook her head and settled in to answer all fifty-- really, did one country need so many states and cities?--capitals.

At least she knew she wouldn't get too many wrong.

And Cal rattled them off, alphabetical now with that one exception, which, eventually, brought them around to, "Annnd, finally, Wyoming."

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The Library; Monday [ 09/29. ]

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