lukewarm

Him and his mom had laid kind of low as the whole "transition slash coup" period elapsed. Cognac wasn't quite sure what the future held, but he did know that his paws were itching for something more. He'd always been low on the totem pole, despite his Klein heritage - which, of course, seemed to be going of style. No longer did anyone care about the former Empire. Now it was all "blah blah gods this" and "blah blah destiny that." Cog remained coolly unimpressed. Lucretia had made it very clear that he was to remain placid and enthusiastic to all of his cousins' faces. As far as he was concerned, things were just peachy keen. In fact, he had laid so low that he didn't quite recognize the hulking stranger that was lurking by the pool. He was used to skirting the edges of polite society - after all, now he was an outcast on every level: mongrel half-breed, horned, and Klein.

At least horns didn't set him so far apart here. Cognac chuckled from the edges of the clearing before gesturing to his own head. "Eh, eh? We match!" No use in stirring the pot when it was already about to boil over. The least he could do was make friends before auntie Deathbelle came home and chased the foxes out of their nest... or whatever else was coming next.