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The Wooded Unexplored Areas; Late Saturday Afternoon.

It had been an odd weekend for Cal, which he blamed mostly on ~~his mun having a life suddenly wtf~~ the fights he'd gotten into with Ino and with Amber, which, by now, he should be used to, really, but they felt different this time. Much different, and it had him in a funk that he only now seemed to be able to break, in the form of being alone and being outdoors and being in the area of the island that would be not new to him, but new to everyone. He liked being alone like this, walking through new territories where he could just not think about anything but what was around him.

Eventually, he found a nice spot beneath a tree, just enough shade and light to sit and read a little. It started to get closer to the eventual sunset, and he lifted his eyes from the page to the sky and considered heading back.

He decided against it, and went back to reading. He thought that he might like a situation where he could spend all of his time like this, but then realized it was stupid. It would get boring after a while. For now, though, this was just the spot he'd want to be.

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"Sparkles."

Of course she was taking her time to get used to the new areas of the island.

The arch of Cal's eyebrow was the only indication that he had barely managed to keep himself passive, to keep from looking up at her with a look of interrupted tranquility. She would have appreciated that too much.

"Fanbutt."

He turned the page, distinctly drawing his eyes to the first line of the page.

"Hiding?" She asked dryly, hands on her hips.

Cal decided to look up at Temari then, only to preempt the very distinct glance around the area he was sitting in, almost a clearing if it weren't for the size, at the base of a tree and certainly not cloaked by any foliage of any sort.

"Yeah," he deadpanned, turning his eyes back to her. "Hiding. Clearly. You must be a champ at hide'n'go seek, Fanbutt."

"Might want to try better camouflage. The sparkles were a dead give-away," She shot back, tone exactly the same as before.

"I can't help it," Cal stated, his expression shifting into a frown, creasing his forehead with the utmost distress. "I just...exude the sparkles. Maybe you're just naturally drawn to them, Fanbutt. Sparkle sensors on strong."

"It's hard not to notice. Like a knife in the middle of a bunch of flowers."

No one ever said her analogies had to be good. So much time being taught to fight didn't really nurture the language usage.

Well, there was a lot to be said about being considered more of a knife than a flower; he felt almost grateful to Temari for the comparison, even if she hadn't meant it that way, but it wasn't like he was going to say anything about that. He shrugged.

"So, what are you doing out here?" he asked instead.

"Familiarizing myself with the new area," She said, sitting down carefully in the skirt.

Cal nodding, having expected an answer along those lines. His head tilted a little as she sat down to join him. "Any thoughts on it so far?"

Inhaling deeply, Temari glanced around suspiciously. A gesture that was more second nature than actual thinking someone was out there.

"There isn't a thing to show how the two parts were separate before this. It's perfectly together."

...this wasn't something that made her comfortable.

The suspicion might not have been as heavily settled as Temari felt, but it was something that Cal noticed and couldn't help focusing on slightly. While he agreed that it was a little odd, as Temari's tone seemed to suggest, he still only shrugged again.

"What do you expect?" he asked. "The place inexplicably moved around the entire globe; it doesn't exactly seem to be a slave to physics."

"No line in vegetation, no change in the wildlife..." She shrugged. "It's not right."

There was a long pause.

"Fanbutt?" he asked. "You're worried about the lack of a change in vegetation after being relocated relatively just a wee tiny bit northeast of where we originally were, but then you didn't have anything to say when our vegetation stayed the same in...oh, I don't know, Madagascar or freaking Antarctica? Oh, yeah. That's fine, but this. Whoa man. Holy crap. Freaky deaky trip shit here."

Temari eyed him for a moment. "I summon talking weasels. Some things aren't as weird as you would think."

Cal steadily eyed Temari back.

"Fanbutt," he said, diligently patient, "you summon talking weasels. But ceaselessly merging treelines freak you out?"

Girls. Couldn't make sense of them. Even when you used to be one.

"Things need to make a certain sort of sense." She was being utterly reasonable here.

Really.

"And the sense of talking weasels is...?"

"They're a sort of demon."

See. It all worked.

"...Oh. Right. Obviously." Cal, thumb marking his place in his book as it lowered a little with the freeing of his other hand, to thump his forehead with the heel of his palm. "What was I thinking, not even seeing that? Demons. A sensible answer to anything."

"You'd be surprised how often that was the case," She muttered.

It wasn't that Cal doubted the truth in Temari's statement, considering all the messed up places people came from around here. He did, however, know that this was not the case where he was from, not unless one spoke of some Freudian, Greek-inspired demon gnawing at the subconscious and the superego, demons of the mind, although, honestly, he couldn't say he didn't believe in those, knowing he had his own fire spirit to haunt him.

"If only," he mused, "things could be as simple as random demons where I came from."

"At least you don't have to worry about teaching children next year," She said grumpily, leaning back on her elbows.

"...Someone put you in charge of teaching children?" Cal asked, faint mocking, teasing fear flickering in his eyes, as he tried hard not to laugh. He couldn't help his smirk, though, attempt as he may. "Dear God, those poor children."

"Poor me," Temari shot back. "They'll drive me insane."

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