[He does sit down next to the boy, leaning just a little of his weight against the side of Razor's leg. It's a pleasant feeling, to actually like someone enough to want to spend time with them like this... even if it might only be a temporary arrangement.
Mogget has learned not to expect too much.]
Have you heard about people here going to sleep, and then waking up with memories of home that they didn't have before?
[ Whether or not he fully understands what happened? It's a totally different story. He sets his hand gently on Mogget's head as the other leans against him. He doesn't move at all, just lets his eyes shift and linger onto his smaller friend. ]
[He settles comfortably next to Razor's leg, falling silent for a moment before he shifts down into a loaf position and tucks his paws in beneath his chest.]
Razor... you know that I am not really a cat, don't you.
[Mogget is sure that Razor knows this, as much as he is sure that Razor does not actually care one way or the other as long as Mogget is nice to him. It's easy to be nice to Razor - such a simple, uncomplicated boy with no ulterior motives.]
[ So he doesn't understand. Not really anyway. He doesn't know what Mogget is, but if he says he is not really a cat, then Razor believes him, even in this form. If one day Mogget were to tell him he is a cat, Razor would believe him then, too.
For now, he knows only that the other is good to him. ]
[Of course it's so simple. Mogget's ears flick back for a moment, a conflict of emotion setting his fur to bristling, then he blinks slowly and shuffles his weight a little.]
Then I'm going to tell you something that you might not understand, but I want to tell you. [Why, he doesn't elaborate on... but Razor has become important to him, so he gets to hear it first.]
I'm a being of conscious Free Magic. I assisted in the creation of an entire world. For as much as any of that matters while I'm here.
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Mogget has learned not to expect too much.]
Have you heard about people here going to sleep, and then waking up with memories of home that they didn't have before?
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[ Whether or not he fully understands what happened? It's a totally different story. He sets his hand gently on Mogget's head as the other leans against him. He doesn't move at all, just lets his eyes shift and linger onto his smaller friend. ]
Mogget did?
[ He figured that's why he asked. ]
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[He settles comfortably next to Razor's leg, falling silent for a moment before he shifts down into a loaf position and tucks his paws in beneath his chest.]
Razor... you know that I am not really a cat, don't you.
[Mogget is sure that Razor knows this, as much as he is sure that Razor does not actually care one way or the other as long as Mogget is nice to him. It's easy to be nice to Razor - such a simple, uncomplicated boy with no ulterior motives.]
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[ So he doesn't understand. Not really anyway. He doesn't know what Mogget is, but if he says he is not really a cat, then Razor believes him, even in this form. If one day Mogget were to tell him he is a cat, Razor would believe him then, too.
For now, he knows only that the other is good to him. ]
Mogget is Mogget.
[ That simple. ]
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[Of course it's so simple. Mogget's ears flick back for a moment, a conflict of emotion setting his fur to bristling, then he blinks slowly and shuffles his weight a little.]
Then I'm going to tell you something that you might not understand, but I want to tell you. [Why, he doesn't elaborate on... but Razor has become important to him, so he gets to hear it first.]
I'm a being of conscious Free Magic. I assisted in the creation of an entire world. For as much as any of that matters while I'm here.