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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[mothwingofriverclan]

"Let's look into it," Mothwing meows. "But for now I'll let you find someone better to teach you about sex."

[summerdude]

"Yeah, for sure," Magnus says. Then he pauses, thinking of something. "Hey Mothwing. How do you feel about high-fives?"

[mothwingofriverclan]

"Is this still a sex thing?" Mothwing asks, blinking fondly at Magnus to show she's kidding.

[summerdude]

Magnus laughs. "Not a lot of people here know about them, I guess," he says. "I'm spreading the word." And he kneels down, holding out his hand at a height she might find easy to high-five him if she so desires.

[mothwingofriverclan]

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?"

[summerdude]

"That's exactly it," Magnus enthuses. "It's a way people -- um, twolegs? -- have of expressing appreciation. Except, like I said, so far most people here don't know about it. So I'm teaching them."

[mothwingofriverclan]

"It's not very high for me, though, is it?" Mothwing meows. "All you twolegs are too tall."

[summerdude]

"We definitely are," Magnus says. "But the true spirit of a high five involves making it accessible for everyone."

[mothwingofriverclan]

"Maybe there will be more cats around here someday."

[summerdude]

"One can only hope," Magnus agrees, earnestly. "The squirrels are great and all but you're much more fun."

[mothwingofriverclan]

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."

[summerdude]

"Age is just a number, Mothwing," says the guy who will be sixteen forever. "Fun isn't limited by it."

[mothwingofriverclan]

"You can tell my joints that," Mothwing meows drily.

[summerdude]

"Oh, do you need more warmth?" Magnus asks, immediately. "I can come by your den and give you some summer every day if you want."

[mothwingofriverclan]

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.

[summerdude]

"Just let me know," Magnus shrugs. "I've heard heat is good for joints."

[mothwingofriverclan]

Mothwing is relieved Magnus doesn't push it, even though she knows she would definitely push it if she were an elder under her own care. I'm not an elder yet, she thinks stubbornly to herself.

"I'll make do with the sun for now."

[summerdude]

"Okay," Magnus says, easily. "It's gonna start snowing really soon though." He knows this in the way that any child of the god of summer might know that the opposite season is encroaching. "So just let me know?"

[mothwingofriverclan]

"I will," Mothwing promises.