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Magnus Chase ([personal profile] summerdude) wrote2024-01-05 03:56 pm

I Lose All Sense Of Reason [open post]

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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[personal profile] mothwingofriverclan 2024-01-08 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Foxglove?" Mothwing says, alarmed. "That's poison for cats. Do twolegs use it to prevent kits?"
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[personal profile] mothwingofriverclan 2024-01-08 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"What are condoms? Maybe you need to give me the birds and bees talk."
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[personal profile] mothwingofriverclan 2024-01-08 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Mothwing nods, ever unphased by medical stuff. "Very sensible. No glove no love indeed." She pauses. "Actually, it seems like it would be very useful if there were gloves for paws, too, in a medical context. Have you all already thought of that?"
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[personal profile] mothwingofriverclan 2024-01-08 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Definitely not. We don't have those dexterous paws you do. I think I could keep them sheathed if I didn't move too quickly..." Mothwing muses, completely distracted by the idea of gloves for cats.
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[personal profile] mothwingofriverclan 2024-01-08 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Let's look into it," Mothwing meows. "But for now I'll let you find someone better to teach you about sex."
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[personal profile] mothwingofriverclan 2024-01-08 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is this still a sex thing?" Mothwing asks, blinking fondly at Magnus to show she's kidding.
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[personal profile] mothwingofriverclan 2024-01-09 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Mothwing's instinct is to sniff his hand, but if it's a twoleg thing, it probably doesn't involve sniffing. Instead, she hesitantly reaches her own paw up to touch his palm. "Is that right?"
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[personal profile] mothwingofriverclan 2024-01-09 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not very high for me, though, is it?" Mothwing meows. "All you twolegs are too tall."
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[personal profile] mothwingofriverclan 2024-01-11 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe there will be more cats around here someday."
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[personal profile] mothwingofriverclan 2024-01-11 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Mothwing decides not to mention that she's eaten one or two squirrels since she's been here, and resolves to try to stick to fish for the most part.

"Thank you. I'd say I'm a bit old to be described as fun, but I appreciate the compliment."
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[personal profile] mothwingofriverclan 2024-01-12 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"You can tell my joints that," Mothwing meows drily.
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[personal profile] mothwingofriverclan 2024-01-13 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Mothwing's immediate instinct is to push the suggestion away. Isn't that accepting a soft kittypet life, to take heat from a twoleg? But Magnus is her friend, not some anonymous captor who wants to keep her trapped.

"I'll think about it," she meows finally.

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