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Arden's shift this week was pretty short, considering she had detention that would bleed into Shenanigans this week. It seemed like all she had time to do was pull a few books to fulfill a library order and hesitantly hover outside Mr. Constantine's door for a few awkward minutes to talk about the potential for an extra shift before running off to see what deranged thing the Dean had waiting for her and Cal.

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In the brief time she's here!

After her morning run and a shower, Kamala appeared in the library with her Red Squishy and a spare Squishy for Arden.

"If I get chosen to shenanigan today I might die. Please say nice things at my funeral," Kamala said wearily as she placed Arden's Squishy on the library counter.

"I will say that you're a true friend who deserves better," Arden said, happily taking the Squishy. "And that perhaps your passing could have been averted with the love of a hot, blonde superhero."

A pause.

"Also, why do you look like you're already dying?"

Well if she wasn't dying from going from exercise, the flush on her cheeks might say she'd be dying of embarrassment right now.

"Uh. I. Um. Went for a run this morning," she said, trying very much to ignore the 'hot blonde superhero' comment. "I was reminded that I need to get back into conditioning."

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"By who? You do? For what?" Arden asked. "And what kind of run?"

Details, bestie, details.

"It was a 5k," Kamala replied as she stretched a bit. "Carol gave me an excercise program to follow. You know. Hero. Kind of have to be in good physical shape for that. My mother reminds me every week and Bruno did last week. I feel every step right now."

"Oh god, that sounds awful," Arden said, grimacing.

And thought about it. And grimaced harder. And thought about it more. And grimaced even harder.

"Want company sometimes?"

"You do not need to join me on this path to fitness," Kamala laughed. "Especially since it's my thing. I won't say no though! If you're up for it. It doesn't have to be the entire time."

"So I've taken a couple of self-defense courses since I got here, but even when they teach me how to punch, I've still got noodle arms, you know? And I don't just wanna get stronger, but faster and more conditioned, I guess?"

So that when the Duskwatch came for her, she had a fighting chance.

And also great abs. One couldn't overlook the importance of abs.

"I'm never gonna be a superhero or a Jedi or whatever else is running around the island, but I don't wanna be helpless either."

No one is truly helpless when they have the power of sass, Arden. Oh, and friends too.

“Cool! We can do core conditioning and stuff on the roof tomorrow if you’re not doing anything.”

"Only suffering apparently," Arden laughed. "But no, Thursday are my class-free days."

Don had brought his books back to return and was replacing them with...a couple of mixology guides.

You know. Because of reasons.

"Miss Finch," he said by way of greeting. "Everything going all right?" Here, in this blissful slice of time before the cicadas?

She hadn't even been summoned to litter the field with carcasses yet, so truly it was the best of times.

"Dr. Blake, hello," Arden said with a smile. While resolutely not looking at the mixology books in hand because whyever would she think about her professor and drinking? She wouldn't, of course, and that was final. "It's certainly been an interesting week, that's for sure. Yesterday, I was on the top of Everest."

And today she'd be setting up cicada flip cup.

The books weren't even for him, so he hadn't made any such mental connection, bless him. "Oh, wow," Don said. "I assume magic or somesuch was involved, from how you're back here today and not still halfway up a mountain?" Also he hoped she hadn't seen too many dead bodies. He'd heard things.

"We took a portal to the very top," Arden said. "Thank the goddess - I know I'm not in any condition to hike up a mountain."

Which had also had the benefit of skipping over all the bodies en route. Because that was definitely something that would have spoiled the view a bit. And her ability to sleep.

"Oh, that's good," Don said. "It's my understanding it's definitely not a day trip from the base, although I haven't done much research on it." His life had enough thrills in it. "But it must be a heck of a view."

"Oh, that it was," Arden said, eyes lighting up. "We were literally on the top of the world and it was so blue and white and just like, grand sweeping vistas."

The part of Don that remembered when he thought he was Thor, god of thunder, lord of storms, blessed with, if not exactly the power of flight, then the power of controlled self-yeeting, was just going to take a moment to be really fucked up right now, although on the surface it just showed as a sort of faltering in Don's pleasant expression. It wasn't Arden's fault that she'd hit one of those things he tried really hard not to think about too much square on the head, after all.

"Oh," he said after a moment. "Oh, that sounds...really nice." And then he summoned up a smile that wasn't meant to be evil, honest. "And it gives me an idea for next week's class. Thanks, Miss Finch."

Arden seemed to do that a lot with people and she had absolutely no idea how or why.

"Ummmm...you're welcome, sir?" Arden said, very much unsure how true that statement was. "Enjoy the rest of your day."

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