Who: Cal & open Where: the gym When: evening of the 14th Warnings: Cal likes to swear, shouldn't be anything worse than that.
Cal was in the gym, he'd been there for the past hour or so, going through what he remembered of his brother trying to teach him basic katas. More of it had stuck than Niko knew, and what hadn't stuck, well, Cal filled that in on his own with what he already knew. Niko was a fan of blades, but he knew that Cal preferred firearms, and had tried to tailor some movements to a gun instead of a sword, and Cal had corrected them for his own uses from there.
At present he was stripped down to just his jeans, his hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, though it had started to come loose, one stray lock falling across his eyes now and again when he moved. He was starting to understand why Niko did the sort of thing as often as he did, because it was fantastic for clearing his head, focusing on the movements and the imagined angles of attack there wasn't any room for other, more tumultuous thoughts, and Cal had been having a lot of those as of late.