[ That kind of seals it, and so the Cat lets the form drop, reverting to his initial form. But not before giving Charles a satisfied smirk at the easy, oh so easy, compliment. ]
Mmhmmm... [ He hums, less a considering noise and more the sound of someone who's just had their question answered. He knew Charles had had a little fling with their resident psychic — according to the reports from his cats, at least — and he knew Charles didn't reciprocate Edwin's feelings in any meaningful way despite throwing a host of jealous looks around when anyone else got too close, but had been flirting back pretty successfully earlier when the Cat had been laying it on thick... ]
Bisexuality isn't a crime, you know. I don't know how much you've forgotten, but no-one's about to push you in a locker for thinking I'm hot both ways any more. Things have changed a lot since you were alive. It's not perfect, but it's easier.
[ He wonders if something happened in Charles' life to make him lean towards girls, or if he was doing it out of habit. The idea that he might possibly not be attracted to Edwin doesn't compute in the Cat's mind, so that's out. Even though the Cat wants to ask so badly about it, but doing so would mean bringing up Edwin, and reminding himself that he wants to, that it would more than likely fix this, that Charles would have something familiar and comforting to guide him through this instead of the Cat's heavy-handed paws. ]
C'mon, let's keep going. [ He says, starting to walk onwards down the steps to the beach. And then, because his curiosity is making his tongue feel light and sharp in his mouth, and he needs to sate it before he says something ridiculous, he asks: ]
Do you remember anything about your human life, or has the curse taken everything? [ He could get away with feigning concern and magical speculation on the parameters of how this curse has affected Charles with a question like that. But not with what he asks next: ] Do you remember how many girls you've kissed? How many boys?
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Mmhmmm... [ He hums, less a considering noise and more the sound of someone who's just had their question answered. He knew Charles had had a little fling with their resident psychic — according to the reports from his cats, at least — and he knew Charles didn't reciprocate Edwin's feelings in any meaningful way despite throwing a host of jealous looks around when anyone else got too close, but had been flirting back pretty successfully earlier when the Cat had been laying it on thick... ]
Bisexuality isn't a crime, you know. I don't know how much you've forgotten, but no-one's about to push you in a locker for thinking I'm hot both ways any more. Things have changed a lot since you were alive. It's not perfect, but it's easier.
[ He wonders if something happened in Charles' life to make him lean towards girls, or if he was doing it out of habit. The idea that he might possibly not be attracted to Edwin doesn't compute in the Cat's mind, so that's out. Even though the Cat wants to ask so badly about it, but doing so would mean bringing up Edwin, and reminding himself that he wants to, that it would more than likely fix this, that Charles would have something familiar and comforting to guide him through this instead of the Cat's heavy-handed paws. ]
C'mon, let's keep going. [ He says, starting to walk onwards down the steps to the beach. And then, because his curiosity is making his tongue feel light and sharp in his mouth, and he needs to sate it before he says something ridiculous, he asks: ]
Do you remember anything about your human life, or has the curse taken everything? [ He could get away with feigning concern and magical speculation on the parameters of how this curse has affected Charles with a question like that. But not with what he asks next: ] Do you remember how many girls you've kissed? How many boys?