not_every_mage | Room 322, Tuesday Morning

Anders was a man of many talents, and ranking high among them was a talent for self-pity. After the disastrous encounter with Nathan the day before, he'd gone back to his room to mope around for the rest of the day. Lachlan was better company than people, anyhow. At least when Lachlan avoided him it wasn't personal -- it was just part of being a cat.

He'd always known Nathan kept parts of himself shut away; he even understood why, or thought he did. But to be flatly told to go away after being together so long -- it hurt. It hurt deeper than Anders would have guessed it would. And he was determined not to go chasing after Nathan to give him a chance to say the same thing again, at least not yet.

Without class or work to keep him busy, Anders felt his foul mood continuing after he woke up. Determined not to let it ruin a second day, he pulled out one of the spellbooks he'd cadged from the magic shop and opened it to a chapter on the use of Entropy. If he wasn't ready to seek anyone out -- and he didn't think he was -- at least he could distract himself.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post even though he's not in the best mood.]

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"She did," Anders confirmed. "The weekend we were girls, so it's been a while. I'm not sure what will happen to the other half of the room now. Lachlan thinks it's his, but he thinks about my half too."

"I believe such is the nature of cats," Thorin confirmed with a nod.

That and to puke on things you love.

"Nature of all the cats I've ever known, anyhow," Anders agreed. "I think they expect us to find it charming. Sad part is that I even do."

The beast in question looked up from his perch on what had once been Rapunzel's bed and yawned.

Thorin had to snort at that. "You've fallen for the charms of a cat. Regal as it may look."

"I've fallen for the charms of many cats," Anders admitted shamelessly. "Used to drive my father mad dragging barn cats into the house to sleep when I was small, and the tower mouser at the Circle was all but my best friend. It's a weakness."

"And you weren't clawed bloody by any of them?"

"Frequently," Anders confirmed, turning his arm so Thorin could see a small, pale stripe of scar running down from his elbow. "This is from trying to give our tomcat a bath when I was too young to know better."

"Truly, a battle scar to be proud of," Thorin replied with all the mock sincerity of an older brother.

Anders made a rude gesture that probably translated in any world.

"Have you ever seen an angry cat? They're at least as strong as a rage demon."

It did indeed translate. Which is why Thorin grinned like the jerk he totally was.

"I can't say I've met a rage demon. Aside from my sister, that is."

"Maker, I hope your sister visits one day," Anders said, grinning back. "In your stories she sounds like quite a woman."

"I should fear the day this land runs afoul her," Thorin replied solemnly. "She can split a helm with her axe if suitably angered."

Which meant he and his brother had accomplished that many a time.

"So how many helms did you lose to her?"

It was a logical follow-up!

Too, too many.

"...not important."

"Of course not," Anders said, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, speaking of angry women, have you heard from Cassandra lately?"

If she was going to bother writing anyone besides Face, he figured Thorin was a decent guess. He and the Seeker were not exactly going to be pen pals.

"I have not," Thorin replied. "I had hoped you had heard from her."

Anders shook his head. "No such luck. I suppose I should ask Face."

"The boy the squirrels tell is courting her?"

"That's the one," Anders agreed. "She's definitely fond of him. I don't think I've spoken to him outside class, but he seems like a good man."

"I should hope so. Though love I'd not reasonable." Yes, he was a romantic. What did you expect? He went on an epic quest with a small band of true companions, this should have been obvious.

Anders nodded in agreement. "Love's about the least reasonable thing there is."

Except cats.

"But I don't think Cassandra's the type to go all gooshy over someone just because he has a nice smile."

Thorin nodded in agreement with that. "I suppose I shall count myself lucky to not be under its sway."

"Lucky you," Anders said. "Love is fantastic, but when things are going wrong it hurts like nothing else."

He spoke from recent experience, yes.

See, if this had been Cassandra, he'd suggest hitting things with a comment like that. Way easier.

"Should I have brought ale?"

"It wouldn't have hurt," Anders said. "It's nothing. Nathan was trying to tell me he wants to works something through on his own and things got shouty."

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