I Lose All Sense Of Reason [open post]

[summerdude]

Magnus is walking down the front steps of the Mansion, freshly-loaded bag of food in tow, ruminating on a few of his most recent and devastatingly embarrassing conversations, when he hears footsteps behind him.

Well. He did tell Galahad he'd ask everyone. Might as well start now. "Can you explain the birds and the bees -- I mean, sex -- to me?" he demands, even before he sees who it is.

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[futaille]

"Never once. I like the name, though. Simple but descriptive."

[summerdude]

"Gods," Magnus says, with a heavy sigh. "I'm gonna have to give everyone here high-five lessons."

[futaille]

Grantaire paints on an over-the-top solemn expression. "Oh. Spreading a gesture of joy to people who don't know it. How dreadful. Fate worse than death."

[summerdude]

"It's a heavy burden," Magnus says, nodding seriously. "Probably on par with averting the apocalypse? I suppose I'm due for another one of those guys, though."

[futaille]

"Well, as long as the high five lessons do in fact substitute in kind for the next apocalypse, I think we'll probably be fine."

[summerdude]

Magnus laughs. "You'll help me, right dude? Now that you know everything in the world about high fives you can be my, like, high five disciple and help me spread the word."

[futaille]

"I can make no promises, as I have in the past been a very poor disciple, but I vow to do my best, and spreading a gospel of enjoyment is magnitudes greater than others that might be spread in its stead."

[summerdude]

Solemn again, "I can teach you some upper-level stuff so that you're well equipped for any questions you might get?"

[futaille]

"I await your tutelage, Professor Magnus."

[summerdude]

"Okay," says Magnus. "Are you ready?" He holds his hand aloft. "Up high."

[futaille]

"Ready." At the 'up high', he goes for the high five again.

[summerdude]

After a very satisfying slap, Magnus moves his hand about halfway down his body. "In the middle."

[futaille]

"Ooh, variety." Middle five it is.

[summerdude]

"Aaaaand," moving his hand lower still, "Down low." Then, just as Grantaire is starting to react, he jerks his hand away. "Too slow!"

[futaille]

It's almost a tragedy that the rhyme there doesn't translate, because Grantaire would very much appreciate it. As is, though, the trick itself delights him and he laughs. "You caught me napping. Advanced tactics indeed."

[summerdude]

"There's another variation!" Magnus says, grinning. "Up high," hand aloft again.

[futaille]

He goes for another high five, very curious as to where it's going this time.

[summerdude]

"Down low." This time he keeps his hand steady, waiting for Grantaire's low-five.

[futaille]

It's a low-five, then, and Grantaire's curiosity is piqued.

[summerdude]

"In the middle," Magnus says, and again waits until Grantaire just starts to move before lunging (politely, and wary of his own strength) in. "Tickle tickle!"

[futaille]

He bursts into laughter at the tickling, but recovers enough to jump back. "What a variation."

[summerdude]

"Yeah," Magnus says. "That's definitely a version you only wanna bust out with friends. But that's the gist of it all! Usually we use high fives as a sign of approval, but also, like, excitement. Or camaraderie."

[futaille]

"Some of my friends would have absolutely adored that version," he says, grinning. "And I thank you for the education."

[summerdude]

"No problemo, dude," Magnus says. "Now you can go out and spread the gospel with me."

[futaille]

"Truly a more delightful gospel than many."