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• When he's in camp he is out, nothing short of gunfire and screaming can wake him
• The hustle and bustle of camp actually helps him sleep, he's a very light sleeper when camping alone or out on the range. I lied, If there's a sudden silence in camp that will also wake him up
• If Miss Grimshaw saw him ride in she wakes him at around 10am, if he rode in during the night and she didn't see him, she leaves him to sleep. She also shoos away and scolds everyone else that tries 
• Dutch! You leave that boy alone and let him get some sleep. If you need something done why don't you go bother Uncle, the useless layabout!
• John is very jealous of how Arthur can sleep in full daylight like it's nothing. John only gets good rest if it's completely dark, hence why he bothers to completely batten down his tent every night
• Arthur is a sleepy cuddle monster, if anyone gets within arms reach he will cling on and drag them down for cuddles. Which would be all well and good if he wasn't also a living furnace
• He gets so warm during the night. It feels like the moon crests and he just starts sweating. Hates sleeping in an enclosed tent if it's not raining, thus why he refuses to use the sidewalls of his tent in camp. He needs any bit of a breeze that he can get. Great for the colder months however. Everyone wants to share a tent with Arthur in the colder months.
• Jack gets first priority cause he's a child and he's teensy, but it is a vicious race for who else gets to share. Hosea is usually also a shoo in because he has Papa privilege, but Javier has a suspicious habit of being in the tent just chatting away when the time for bedding down comes and for Arthur to kindly extend an invitation to just stay the night. So, of course Javier obliges him.
• Javier is Mexican down to his bones, he does not like the cold.
• Arthur can and will nap absolutely everywhere in the camp, but it happens most often if he's sitting with someone. If there's a gap in conversation there's a 50/50 chance of him dozing off. And these odds rise in proportion to the length of the silence. Charles finds it very cute, he's very honored that Arthur trusts him that much. Hosea takes direct advantage of it by inviting Arthur for a chat then deliberately timing things so he falls asleep. Sean and Lenny have made a sport of timing it and the whole camp gets in on betting on how long it'll take this time, the current record is One minute and twenty-seven seconds.

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• As previously mentioned, John can only get real sleep if it's completely dark, hence why he bothers to completely batten down his tent every night. Hates it when hotels cheap out on the curtains and they're too thin and light seeps through and it wakes him up and he can't sleep and then he gets a headache cause he's tired.
• Can and has draped and pinned blankets over windows to block out the light.
• Has a permanent crick in his neck because he's a category 5 major stomach sleeper.
• On multiple occasions has almost smothered himself by sleeping with his face buried in a pillow and/or with all his blankets pulled over his head.
• Does in fact get awful migraines if he doesn't get enough sleep. Hosea, Dutch, Arthur, and Miss Grimshaw are all aware and try to let him get the sleep he needs without interruption. As he's generally good at waking up independently at a reasonable time.
• Takes a long time to fall asleep and is easy to disturb while he's trying, but is a very deep sleeper once he's out. you will need to physically sit that boy up in bed to get him conscious, water or dragging him out into the light also work.
• Fair warning that once woken he will be the most petty, ornery, disagreeable, whiney little menace this side of the Lannahechee until he can get some proper rest.
• Doesn't like it when his fingers press together while he's trying to sleep, cause it makes them feel warm and kinda sweaty and uncomfortable, so he holds onto a blanket. Making sure there's a fold between each finger so they can't touch, but also hates when there's wrinkles that make the pressure uneven or there's more blanket between one pair of fingers than there is between the others.
• Generally just fidgets a lot with his blankets. (Is also a blanket thief.)
• Is in fact so particular about his blanket hand habit that when he's a eepy little guy that really needs his bed by time, he will subconsciously knead at any blanket he can get his fingers into.
• Exactly like a cat, just happily kneading away. Gets very defensive and flustered if anyone (coughArthurcough) brings it up, refuses to admit that he does it.
• Will infact knead at any bed partners he might be sharing with.
• Has thee coldest feet you've ever suffered the pain of having touched your skin. Arthur will not bunk with him if he isn't wearing socks. Has wrestled the socks onto him when John refuses to wear them but also refuses to not share and keeps weasling into Arthur's blankets
• Also has the habit of squirming his way under anyone he's sharing a bedroll with
• A: because he likes the pressure, and B: because it helps keep the light out. This is yet another way that he likes to flirt with his, seemingly inevitable, death by smothering.

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• Little bit of an insomniac.
• Started while he was alone on the trail, because sleeping with no one to stand guard is very risky and he didn't like leaving himself that vulnerable. So he got into the habit of sleeping as little as possible and in short bursts.
• This man's sleep schedule is non-existent.
• In camp he's no better as he takes odd houred patrol shifts and picks them up if he feels that someone (coughseancough) is slacking. 
• Needless to say he's a very light sleeper. Just about anything and everything wakes him up, he's more likely dozing than ever truly sleeping.
• When he first joined the gang this turned into a bit of a problem, as they aren't the quietest bunch. He resorted to riding out every few days to have a good nap with Taima, so that they wouldn't snap at anyone.
• He does sleep better with Taima nearby. She doesn't like strangers, kicking up a fuss everytime one approaches, and Charles has learned to trust in this. Able to sleep a bit deeper with Taima standing guard. 
• That's right. Both man and horse get grumpy when they're sleepy. The rabble rousing habits of Sean and Swanson have made them frequent victims of Charles' blunt appraisals and Taima's sharp teeth.
• Arthur seems to be the only one safe from earning their ire, inviting Charles on relaxing trips away from the hubbub of camp and spoiling Taima with sweet peppermints.
• Charles isn't a fan of cuddling while trying to sleep, doesnt like the restriction of it, but he does like having small points contact. An ankle crossed over his, the backs of his fingers brushing an arm, an elbow loosely splaying out to graze ribs, or even just his boot pressed firmly against anothers. He finds the contact very reassuring. Having the tactile proof of a friend or ally nearby calms him.
• Charles actually runs pretty cold, hence why he usually keeps bundled up in long sleeves or his hooded jacket. In camp he always tries to make sure his bedroll is under a tent that's nearest to a fire.
• Would love nothing more than to bundle down under a mountain of blankets, with a hot fire nearby and maybe a friend with whom he could share the warmth and keep eachother safe. But also feels this is a bit ridiculous for a grown man to want. 
• Very jealous of Arthur for how warm he is and slightly more jealous of Javier for being confident enough to shamelessly mooch that warmth.
• He usually sleeps on his back with his bow close to hand, and his knife closer. In camp he still keeps his knife close, but he usually feels safe enough to leave his bow with his saddle. 
• Is his knife a kind of security blanket? Probably. But it makes him happy, so we won't judge.

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• One of the few members of camp that actually has a nighttime routine
• Washing his face, cleaning his teeth, changing out of his day clothes so his bedroll stays tidy, etc.
• Some nights he likes to treat himself to a cup of this herbal tea that Hosea’s got him hooked on, but he’s always worried about running through it too fast. At the rate he’d like to drink it, he'd be begging more off of Hosea every three days, and that's an embarrassing enough thought to keep a lid on his budding addiction.
• (Please note that Hosea restocks him every two weeks or so, and absolutely would not mind doing so more often. Would probably be very flattered that Javier likes it that much, but alas, we must leave Javier his pride)
• Javier hates it when people wearing their day clothes sit or lay on his bedroll, it makes him feel uncomfortable and unclean everytime he then has to use his bedroll, until he can find the time to go through the bother of cleaning it. 
• And yes he cleans it himself. He has a nice bedroll, and he’s seen what the Ladies are used to having to do to get the other men’s bedrolls clean. He's not risking it. 
• Javier really only gets overly hot or cold if the weather is being problematic, he typically sleeps fine no matter how hot it is, but when it gets too cold he starts getting a little desperate.
• How can anyone expect him to sleep while his teeth are chattering so hard he’s going to have less teeth than uncle come morning.
• Discovering that Arthur is a snoring furnace was a glorious day.
• The first time it happened was genuinely an accident. Javier and Arthur had been ironing out the issues on a few plans in Arthur's tent and only when Abigail shooed Jack into Arthur’s tent for bedtime did they realize how late it had gotten, and Arthur invited Javier to just stay the night instead of slogging back through the snow for his own bedroll.
• That perfect night of finally getting to be warm awoke a horribly greedy beast within Javier. He was thenceforth determined to sleep in proximity to Arthur until either it stopped snowing or he dropped dead. Fully willing to lie, cheat, swindle, beg, and kill to ensure it.
• He shared a roof and a mattress with innumerable cousins when he was younger and still finds the sounds of others snoozing nearby to be very soothing.
• Is also used to fighting for the blankets and has an undefeated claw grip on any and every blanket he can get his unconscious little fingers around. Be very wary of getting any blanket too close to a sleepy Javier, 9/10 chance you will lose it.
• Pretty easy to wake, but be warned that you will not get a single coherent sentence until he’s had the time to properly wake himself up. (he honestly might be speaking Spanish, but no one can really tell with how mumbled and slurred it is.)
• Likes chewing mint leaves to get the taste of morning breath out of his mouth.
• Very cuddly while he's groggy.
• Charles has been startled so many times by a sleepy Javier just flopping onto him.
• Javier draping over his back while he’s sat drinking his coffee, Javier using him as a leaning post while he’s stood watching the sun kiss the horizon, Javier dropping his face into Charles' belly to hide while Charles was laid dozing. 
• The amount of times that Javier nearly got shanked before Charles got used to him is a truly alarming number.
• Nowadays Charles is very used to Javier's tactile inclinations, and he quite likes getting to spend this quiet time with the other man. Finds it a bit adorable tbh. 
• Javier is only blearily aware of these occurrences, but he’s very grateful for Charles’ unjudging indulgence of his peculiarities. He likes to do Charles simple favors and give him little trinkets as thanks.

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Arthur

• I hc Arthur as Demisexual, so he probably understands the easiest. The further you get into your explanation the more things start clicking in his head.
• There are multiple confused rambling passages in his journal as he tries to think through this reality you've introduced to him.
• Expect him to get very tactile as he seeks comfort and anchors himself while his thoughts get sorted.
• Gets even more confused than normal when you call him sexy or say something he does is attractive, but does quickly catch on to the idea of mental vs physical attraction.
• Now asks if this is okay before doing anything he thinks may be pushing you. Which, until you establish your hard limits, will be everything. Very sweet, 1001 check ins for 1001 kisses.
• "Still Alright?" . "I'm Alright."

John

• Does not understand and fully willing to accept that. Still supportive though.
• He does not want to mess this up, so the reigns are now fully in your hands. Hope you were ready to wear the pants of this relationship, cause what you say goes.
• He backpeddles a bit too far and you'll now have to initiate everything, unless you manage to convince him otherwise.
• He 100% tries to get advice from Arthur, but doesn't want to out you, so he just poses more and more obscure hypotheticals. Until they're both mindlessly arguing and Hosea has to come break them up.

Hosea

• Fully supportive from the start.
• You are not the first Ace he's met, not even the fifth.
• He'll tell you a few stories and crack a few jokes
• "Probably for the best with me getting up in age, not sure I could keep up with your youthful vigor."
• The both of you have been caught on several occasions reading explicit books to make fun of the maneuvers and tropes.
• "It's a good thing people don't buy these for the plot!"
• You are the sickenly sweet couple that never seems to leave the honeymoon phase, sweet kisses, holding hands, pet names, cuddling by the fire. The whole shebang.

Dutch

• Does not understand, May accuse you of making it up or being dramatic
• Is the kind of guy to insist you just haven't had good sex yet, but fear not he's willing to help you.
• Had heard of it, but thought it was in the same vein as husbands saying they have a headache and wives saying they have their monthlies. Saying no without having to say no.
• If you drag Hosea into it, Dutch will probably concede that you're not lying and apologize, but don't expect him to fully be on the same page with you.

Bill

(tw for allusions to noncon against an offscreen character, that is not the Reader or Bill)

• Gets real quiet, then asks you to explain it again, then again, and again once more.
• Asks a few tentative questions, then gently asks to hold you
• "Did somethin' happen, someone hurt you?"
• You rush to explain that, no you're perfectly fine, nothing happened. You just don't seem to feel lust the way most folk do.
• He breathes a big sigh of relief, slumping down and gathering you close in his lap to hold you tight.
• He explains that while he was in the army, he'd known some people that had been real similar, but only after some real bad stuff had happened to them.
• Bill now mooches cuddles from you like they're being rationed.
• Sitting down? It's on his lap. Standing up? His arm's around your waist. Walking to town? You're holding hands. Going to bed? Meet your new blanket.

Sean

• Error 404 Sean.exe has stopped working.
• Not wanting/needing Sex?? He does not understand.
• You'll need to explain multiple times, over multiple days. Then explain again when he gets your explanations twisted up in his head.
• "You don't want sex, but we can have sex? You'd do that just to make me feel nice??"
• He feels blessed, he's dating the sweetest person to walk this earth. No other person can compare, and he's ready to shout it from the rooftops. Tried it once with a saloon when he was a few pints too deep, Arthur had to rescue him after he got stuck and started crying.
• Thought he was gonna die up there and never get to see you again

Charles

• Very Understanding, did ask for a few clarifications, but believed what you were explaining the whole time.
• Not comfortable asking for penetrative sex, but if you want to watch or help him find his pleasure he's fully willing.
• Unending cuddles from this man.
• Makes him feel kinda guilty, but he really enjoys getting to touch you with no stress about taking it up a level.
• Gets even more protective of you when people try to push their luck, you'll never be groped again, no ones dumb enough to try with him glaring over your shoulder.
• Once knocked a guy out for lewdly catcalling you.

Javier

• Tries to be supportive, but does not understand.
• Will occasionally try to get you in the mood and you'll have to explain it to him once again.
• When he finally gets it, he swerves hard into romance.
• If he can't express his adoration for you physically, he'll do it how he knows best
• He is going to charm your socks off.
• There's compliments, there's flowers, there's serenading, there's moonlit strolls, picnics in flower fields, candle lit dinners, sweet kisses 24/7, and the Flirting! The flirting never stops!
• You never knew so many pickup lines exsisted and for so many situations, but you're about to find out.

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Arthur:

• Some kinda Mastiff Dog.
• He's big and playful, knows his own size and he's not afraid to use it, very family focused, will protect his pack if its the last thing he does.
• His ears are a bit raggedy, his tail was cropped. Used to drool a lot as a pup and Hosea does not let him live it down, playing with Jack always makes his tail wag. Growls and grumbles a lot, but often doesn't mean anything by it.

John:

• Raccoon
• Greasy trash panda, stealing other peoples shinies and taking no responsibility.
• Screeches at Arthur 24\7, will not admit to being chased up multiple trees by him when they were young. Has little caches of stuff absolutely everywhere. If you lose him, he's where he's not meant to be, look in the place you'd least like him to be first and there you will find him, very confused on how Hosea always finds him so fast.

Hosea:

• Maine Coon
• Blends into high society, hates strangers, likes being in the company of his family, an excellent hunter, very motherly towards his boys.
• Spends his evenings before the camp's fire, bushing out his fur. Drags Arthur and John over to be groomed if they get too close, Arthur gets too close suspiciously often, John is suspiciously far away. Very charming, knows how to sway his tail just right to make people notice him, also knows how to blend in and appear like any other average domestic breed.

Dutch:

• Says he's a raven but is actually a shiny cowbird.
• Kinda detrimental to those around him but not maliciously, promiscuous with no set partner, offloads much of the physical work onto others, a conman that knows how to fit in.
• Is very proud of his iridescent plumage, flirts and preens incessantly, flares his wings when trying to make a point and be dramatic. Once accidentally set his tail feathers on fire when preening too close to the campfire, pouted in his tent until they grew back and Hosea stopped laughing.

Bill:

• Some kind of cat, I lean towards a Lion.
• He's grumbly, likes a lot of naps, will pitch in if asked but leaves most of running around to his pride, a big boy, patrols his territory.
• His mane is kinda scraggly and the gang does indeed make fun of him for it. If there's a sunbeam he's napping in it. Hates the cold. Loves snuggles and physical affection but will die before admitting it.

Sean:

• Husky
• Has a flair for the dramatic, loud, listens to no one unless it benefits him, enjoys 'singing'. When it's time to work, it's time to work. Can't focus unless he has a job to do, works well with others.
• Tail wagging & tongue out 90% of the time. Constantly trying to tackle Arthur into play fights. Sheds like a mf and gets offended when called out about it.

Micah:

• Vampire Finch
• You know he's up to nothing good but you can't seem to stop him before he does damage. Picks away at people until they're too exhausted to fight back.
• Enjoys eating his meat as bloody as he can get it, preens more than you'd think but his feathers are still constantly a bit ragged. Struts around camp with his feathers fluffed out to look bigger, loves to poke and pick at people then fly off when they retaliate. Constantly lands rudely close to hitting people. Will dive bomb you.

Charles:

• Mustang
• Protects his herd, can roam alone but prefers company, not afraid of hard work. Knows when to pick his battles. Quiet, but says a lot if you know how to read him.
• Enjoys taking the time in the morning to carefully braid his mane. He's a big boy and is very conscious of that fact. Careful with every movement. When alone together will stealthily scritch Arthur's ears to watch his tail wag, does accept retaliatory scritches, mutual grooming is the ultimate act of friendship.

Javier:

• Ornate hawk eagle
• Flashy and fancy but gets the job done, strikes hard and fast.
• Preens his wings a lot, hates when his feathers and crest get disorderly, says it feels wrong. Dutch has him fly up and scout the way. Coordinates outfits so they match his plumage.

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Arthur:

• Tries so damn hard to be helpful, but he's really really not.
• He's been riding a horse for longer than he's been walking, it's all muscle memory and he's horrible at trying to get it into usable words.
• Prepare for a lot of, "You kinda just…" "No, uh, you gotta lean with it" "Steer with your hips" "No, not like that" "... That's… Almost better?"
• You're frustrated, he's frustrated.
• "I'm real sorry, Darlin'. I ain't got no clue how to make any of this make any kinda sense."
• If you stick with it you'll probably get there, but you probably would've made the same progress without Arthur's help.
• Arthur later gets you a horse that's so incredibly far from wild it could be a nursemaid in its next life and you're happy to accompany him on his little journeys around the countryside. It's exciting to experience his strange encounters in person, rather than as funny stories he brings to the fireside.

Charles:

• A more patient teacher you couldn't hope to find.
• He starts you with horse care. Brushing, picking hooves, tack maintenance, feeding, feeling for injuries. Just getting you used to being around horses.
• He's very keen on posture and being as helpful and kind to the horse as a rider possibly can be.
• Taima is a sweetheart throughout, long pauses for explanations are immediately grazing breaks, but she listens when you try to ask her to do something.
• You make great progress and are riding with some confidence by the end of the month, following Charles and Taima for short trips out of camp on your own borrowed horse.
• Eventually you get your own horse and it becomes common practice for you to follow Charles on any of his outings, just to keep him company. You get surprisingly good at reading while your horse follows Taima.

Hosea:

• Strange techniques, but he's too enthusiastic to turn him down.
• You didn't even ask him to teach you, just mentioned in passing that you didn't know how to and you were suddenly penciled in for lessons.
• Unsaddles Silver Dollar to make room and has you ride in front of him as he guides the horse.
• "Just get a feel for the horse, Dove. Feel how I move with him."
• Silver Dollar is confused by the many many circles he's asked to make, but as long as there peppermints at the end of it, he's happy.
• Hosea's teaching style is dubiously helpful, but you do eventually learn how to sit a horse.
• Once you're comfortable steering your own horse there are many long strolls to 'scout the area' and 'look for game', that usually end with cuddling up in front of a pretty view.

Bill:

• Feels guilty about it, but kind of likes that you can't ride on your own.
• Enjoys being useful and likes being able to help you like this.
• Really likes that you don't ask anyone else to take you where you need to go, always asking him with such sweet manners, if when he has a free moment if he could please take you into town please
• Yes. The answer is always Yes. Immediately Yes. As soon as he's physically capable of making it happen.
• "Just gimme two shakes, Honey. I gotta ask Sean to take the rest of my shift, the layabout owes me a few."
• Also really really likes lifting you onto and off of Brown Jack. If you wanna make this man light up, give him a kiss while he does it.
• It's a very badly hidden secret that he enjoys getting to act like a gentleman and take care of you, so this is right up his alley.

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My headcanon is that Arthur's maternal grandparents were french immigrants and while Arthur's maman Beatrice is fluent in English she grew up primarily speaking French, so French is her first language and the one she has more confidence in speaking.

(Yes, Beatrice was totally the poor belaboured kid that had to act as a translator for her parents whose English skills were much worse than hers)

So, since Arthur's dad Lyle didn't have much of anything to do with Arthur while Arthur was in his formative years, Arthur's first language is also French because Beatrice preferred to use her mother-tongue when speaking with her baby.

This also, of course, means that Arthur did have a french accent when he was young, but after his maman's death Lyle didn't approve of Arthur not speaking 'plain English' and he worked hard to get rid of it.

Thus Arthur is fully fluent in conversational French.

This is also why Dutch and Hosea had to teach him to read after they met. Arthur learned to read from his maman, who learned to read from her parents, who only read and wrote in French. Arthur of course didn't tell the Odd Couple that he was already fully literate, just not literate in English. First because he'd learned that letting people think you're dumber than you are is never a bad thing, and then later because he was too deep into the lie to correct it.

Hosea did catch him in the act one day when he was sweet talking the horses (because he knew far more sweet pet-names in french) and Hosea cut him a deal. Hosea could mostly hold up his end of a conversation in french, but he was by no means fluent and lack of use only made him more rusty, so if Arthur would agree to talk with him in french once in a while when asked Hosea wouldn't tell Dutch.

Arthur agreed and Hosea kept his promise. No doubt saving Arthur from the innumerable hijinks Dutch would think up to take advantage of Arthur's polyglossal ways.

Arthur leaves notes for Hosea in French if he doesn't want Dutch or John (especially john) reading them. Dutch nearly caught on once because he knows Hosea speaks french and thus did assume that Hosea wrote the note, but the note didn't quite look like Hosea's writing. Hosea said that he'd just written it in a hurry, and Arthur took it upon himself to master mimicing Hosea's handwriting.

Hosea still finds it both funny and disconcerting to find notes that look exactly like he wrote them when he most definitely didn't. It's given him quite a few memory-loss scares when the notes are too vague or about common things that he could feasibly have wanted to note down to remember later.

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Arthur: 

Switch

• Really depends on his mood.
• Sometimes he's in the mood to feel big and in control, and sometimes he wants to lay back and be taken care of.

Both

• He likes both equally well.
• He just likes pleasure, however he's given it.

John: 

Sub

• A bratty sub, will snark the entire time, but not so secretly really likes being bossed around.

Top

• Liked bottoming a bit too much the few times he tried it, and it made him feel insecure, so he sticks to topping 
• He is however very good at oral

Charles:

Switch

• Not generally one for bed games, but depending on what his partner likes he can go either way

Top

• Service top, loves taking care of his partners.
• Had some bad experiences bottoming, so really doesn't prefer to do it anymore. But if he really trusts you he might be willing to give it a try.

Hosea:

Dom

• Soft Dom, lots of praise and compliments.
• Firm but sweet. Unlikely to give physical punishments.

Top

• Simply doesn't derive a lot of pleasure from bottoming 

Dutch: 

Dom 

• Because not being in control makes him feel uncomfortably vulnerable.

Both

• Surprisingly willing to go either way
• As long as he's still holding the reins, so to speak.

Keiran:

Sub

• Tried Doming once or twice but got too nervous that he was doing it wrong.
• Likes having clear instructions and plainly stated punishments for if he doesn't follow them. Just likes knowing what to do, and getting praise for doing it.

Both

• Can go either way, entirely dependent on what his partner would like to do.
• Is very whiny either way, he tears up and gets all stuttery. It's cute as hell.

Bill: 

Dom

• Would be a switch if he wasn't madly insecure about his masculinity
• If he trusts you he'd be willing to take a few orders.

Top

• Bottoming also makes him feel very insecure
• But as long as you never make fun of him for maybe wanting it, he'd probably open up enough to admit that he actually likes it either way.

Sean:

Switch

• Depending on who he's with he either wants to give until they can't walk or take it until he can't.

Both

• This boy just really wants to get fucked up, however the mood strikes him. Refuses to be shamed for it, everyone wants a piece of Macguire.

Lenny:

Dom

• Really likes taking care of his partners, watching them fall to pleasure and knowing its all thanks to him.
• The king of sweet aftercare.

Top

• Was never interested in trying bottoming and still isn't.

Javier:

Switch

• Leans more Dom but is willing to go either way depending on his partner.

Both

• He is the loudest in bed, hands down. If he's talking It's almost entirely in Spanish, but he gets incoherent rapidly.
• Very unashamed of how loud he is, why would he feel bad about a partner that makes him feel so good?

Micah:

Switch

• Can go either way, but will run his mouth the entire time.
• Some of what he says isn't even close to dirty talk, he just says whatever the hell comes to mind with no filter.

Bottom

• He's, perhaps unsurprisingly, shameless about it. In fact he'll taunt his partners if they're not giving it to him well enough.
• He's got standards and if they can't give him what he wants he'll go find someone who can.

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• Tilly: Intense Skeptic, but not rude
• Mary-Beth: Intense Believer, embarrassed about it.
• Karen: On the fence, but willing to believe
• Sadie: Intense Skeptic, rude about it
• Susan Grimshaw: Casual Believer. Thinks some practitioners are shams but not soothsaying itself
• Abigail: Closeted Believer, Says she doesn't believe, but will panic over any advice and warnings delivered.
• Arthur: Casual Believer, He has seen everything at this point.
• John: Willing Skeptic, He has also seen a lot of weird shit, but prefers to deny and ignore most of it for his own sanity.
• Dutch: Loud Skeptic, thinks its a good con, but doesn't think soothsaying is real.
• Hosea: Loud Supporter Casual Believer, thinks people should be allowed to do as they like. Has had a few uncanny encounters.
• Uncle: Loud Believer, says he has a cousin that can smell when you'll next be sick.
• Micah: Closeted Believer, Loud Skeptic.
• Bill: Furtive Intense Believer, wont bring it up himself but will try to fight naysayers.
• Kieran: Doubtful. Lives by an "If you say so" motto, and not willing to state an opinion one way or another
• Sean: Superstitious Believer, thinks that it's got the devil's hand in it and should be avoided.
• Javier: Loud Skeptic, willing to go along with it just to disagree with everything.
• Charles: Neutral Observer. Thinks that as long as people aren't doing him harm it's none of his business.

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Sean: Hosea! Hold on a mo', Need ta talk t' ya.

Hosea: Yes, Mister Macguire. What can I do for you?

Sean: D'ya t'ink when Molly and Dutch has it outs for the last time an' da two a yous goes back to fuggin bumblies in da tent, coul' I 'ave yer bedroll?

Hosea:

Hosea: I'm not sure if I want you to explain what it is that you think you just said to me or never speak to me again.

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Lenny: Sean, I'm telling you, it depe-

Sean: No! No, no, n- Art'ur! Art'ur Morgan! Come over here a mo', I've a question for ya.

Arthur: Sean, for the last time, I'm not gonna ring dang do y-

Sean: No! A different question, not that, a different question.

Arthur: ... Okay, what is it?

Sean: Would you rather eat wit' a fork or a spoon?

Arthur: Well, what am I eating?

Lenny: I TOLD YOU! I told you it matters!

Sean: No it don't! Art'ur, just answer the question! Fork or spoon?

Arthur: I'm not eating soup with a fork, and I'm not eating no steak with a spoon. It depends on wh-

Lenny: That's what I've been saying!

Sean: John! John, would you rather eat with a fork or a spoon?

John: Am I eating out of a jar?

Sean: IT DONT .... matter.... ?

Arthur: Marston. You are some new kinda dumb.

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