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M6 With An MC Who Uses Sign Language
am I just projecting my Arcana MC without any other context? yes. am I actually gonna give context later on? possibly. do I miss my babies? without question.
GN Reader, my MC is mute and uses sign language as one of their ways of talking but this is for mute/deaf/HOH people
š®Asra Alnazarš®
He's lived with you for years, he definitely knows sign language
If you do want to talk in a more magical way, he's one hundred percent up to helping you find something that works for you. Projecting your thoughts into words in the air? What color do you want your text? A magical telepathic link? What ingredients does he need?
If you just want to use sign language, wonderful! I think he'd like to make little shortcuts for phrases you use a lot so you don't have to make the whole phrase, and it's like a secret language for you two lol
If you're deaf/HOH and you can read lips, he does make sure that he enunciates a little more and has a sign in the store that tells people to make sure their mouth is uncovered
He's more than happy to take over the shop if you're getting overwhelmed with trying to talk to people
If someone tries to mock you they will get kicked :3 maybe hexed while he's at it :3
ā°ļøJulian Devorakā°ļø
He canonically knows seven languages, sign language has got to be one of them
The two of you will have entire days where neither of you talk (if you do talk) and when he finally has to talk to someone his voice is strange in his tongue
I feel like if he's not playing a part in a play, he'd be one of the interpreters who stand alongside the actors and act along with them. He'd have so much fun with that
He tries to write notes to you around the house, little reminders like "we're out of coffee" or "don't forget to feed the leeches" but....this poor man has the worst handwriting and it's all illegible
If you're deaf/HOH then he would be extra careful not to accidentally sneak up on you. If you're in public then he just kinda hovers around you to make sure no one else does the same thing. He's a tall boi it's pretty easy
He's a little hesitant about you using magical means of talking but will in no way demean you for it. He thinks it's wonderful that you've found something else, he's just always a little hesitant around magic
He loves you so much and he wants to do everything he can to make you happy in your own skin, please my darling I love him
šNadia Satrinavaš
If she was taught sign language back in Prakra, it was most likely Prakran sign language and not Vesuvian, and even so she probably doesn't know very much of it. Learning verbal languages was probably more important in sign language, for diplomatic purposes
That being said, she will absolutely learn sign language to help you two talk. She'll hire the best tutors in Vesuvian to teach her
If you so wish, she'll have someone by your side to interpret, but she understands if you want to be more independent. She has the resources to make you comfortable and dammit she will use them
If she catches the slightest whiff of someone making fun of you during a ball or a meeting or something they will feel a glare so fierce their spine will crawl out of their back :)
If you use writing as a way to talk she will get you the finest papers and the most exquisite quill, one that holds ink inside it rather than having to be dipped. Or she'd make one herself, and you see a proud gleam in her eyes whenever she sees you use it
She will devote her entire attention to you whenever you're signing, and if it's during a meeting and someone tries to talk over you they will get a shoulder colder than the South. She's so good at being intimidating I love her
š»Muriel of the Kokhuriš»
Honestly, the less he has to talk, the better
He would definitely learn sign language, but he'd prefer if you taught it to him. Not just because he doesn't wanna go into town for a teacher, but because he wants to spend more time with you
Like with Asra, you two create simple signs for popular phrases. Once again another secret language thing, something just for the two of you
If you're deaf/HOH and you wanna go in the forest, he's gonna insist on going with you. The forest can be a dangerous place, even more if you can't hear when danger is coming
He loves sitting in the bed with you, fire crackling in the fireplace, Inanna spread out between both of your laps with his hand on her stomach as you tell him a story, fingers flying and face animated, acting out all the emotions you felt in that moment. The way you tell stories, it's unique only to you, and only he gets to hear it
He does his very best not to sneak up on you by accident, but unfortunately he's too big and quiet (regardless if you can hear or not) and he always feels so bad š« please kiss him and tell him it's alright
š±Portia Devorakš±
She doesn't know any sign language right out of the gate, maybe "hello" and "I love you" but that's about it
Nonetheless she would love to learn it! She's a very fast learner and would pick up on it pretty quickly
She's normally very expressive in her face which I've heard is very useful in having signed conversations so she's pretty much made for it
Pepi would keep thinking you're trying to play when you're signing and she'll attack your hands lol
It doesn't always work the best when she's working and you're trying to talk though, so she would like some sort of magical verbal communication, like a telepathic connection
She will absolutely stand up for you if someone is getting on your nerves about not hearing/not talking. She is a 5 foot brick house and she will throw a punch in your honor
*slight spoilers for her Upright Route* knowing sign language would also be great for her ambassador job. Granted it would only be Vesuvian and sign languages can be quite different but still
š©Lucio Morgassonš©
He might be a little...insensitive at first. If you're mute he'd ask why you can't simply talk, but I don't think he'd be like that if you're deaf/HOH cuz there's not much you can actually do about that
He'd be better about it though as his character develops, and he feels sorry about it and works to better his understanding. Well, okay, when I say "works on it" I mean that he doesn't ask the question again and that's about it
He tries to learn sign language, but he doesn't exactly pick it up. He's better at understanding what's being said than actually saying it, but he'd still prefer writing
If you can do something magical, he'd show you off to everyone, like "Look everyone, my wonderful partner can make words appear out of thin air! Aren't they incredible?"
If you're deaf/HOH, sometimes you put your ear to his chest when he's talking in bed so you can hear the vibrations of his voice alongside his heartbeat. You can't see it, but Lucio is practically smitten
Look I don't particularly care for him, but there are times where he can be cute, I'll admit that
The Arcana Hubble Birthday Pictures!
A sequel to this post
Asra Alnazar: June 13th (taken June 13th, 2005)
Nadia Satrinava: July 8th (taken July 8th, 2008)
Julian Devorak: March 12th (taken March 12th, 2005)
Muriel of the Kokhuri: September 10th (taken September 10th, 2018)
Portia Devorak: February 7th (taken February 7th, 1999)
Lucio Morgasson: January 13th (taken January 13th, 2011)
For headcanons, M6 with an MC who still has red Plauge sympthoms ? š
Ooooooooh I've seen this floating around, me likey. Also I think you mean they still have the symptoms but aren't sick, so I'm gonna write that
GN Reader, who knows when this takes place tbh, it's probably not too long after the main game and they probably had it the whole time, spoilers for Asra's, Julian's, and Lucio's route
š®Asra Alnazarš®
Oh he feels like shit about it
When he brought you back, he sacrificed so much to see you again, and when you opened your eyes and the sclera was the telltale red of the plague, the remaining half of his heart drops
You don't even know. You're so innocent in those first few weeks. You don't know anything about yourself, about what happened, and you don't understand why people give you a wide berth when you go with him to the market, and he can't even tell you
However, he just has to deal with it
Some of the other symptoms seem to be similar to fever, like looking pale and always being hot, so people always think you're sick but really you just look like that lol
The red veins look cool tho so you've got that going for you
Back to always being hot, he makes sure that you have lots of water on you, gets you fans on his travels, carries an umbrella with him, and makes sure you wear light and flowy clothing so that you're not passing out in the middle of the market
If you're uncomfortable with how you look because of the symptoms, he'll definitely get you clothes or other articles to cover them up. Gotta make sure you're fashionable
One of his ways of showing love is giving gifts, and he wants to make sure you're comfortable with something you can't control
šNadia Satrinavaš
She had to witness the Plague essentially wipe out her city, all while the people who were supposed to help sat by the wayside and let it all happen. Needless to say she's a little bit angry at the whole Plague
Not at you of course! Just at the fact that you're still tainted by it when it was thought to be gone
Once you explain that you only look like you have the Plague and have a few minor symptoms but you're not actually sick, she does feel a little better
She probably....*sighs* she might have to avoid letting you be with her in public for a while. It's a lose-lose situation, you're gonna get weird looks and people's respect for her is gonna drop and nothing's gonna get done
But once that's over with she's showing you off honey (only as much as you're comfortable with of course)
Prakra is in the north I believe and it's hotter there, so she has plenty of experience with heat. She helps keep your fever down when it flares up and, like Asra, gets you gorgeous fans and parasols and flowy clothing to help keep you comfortable
She utilizes her ice cold glare at anyone who wants to be rude to you >:3
She'll also make sure no one bothers you if you feel like crap and you don't wanna get out of bed, except for the doctor to make you feel better
No matter what you look like, she will always love you, and she will make sure everyone knows this
ā°ļøJulian Devorakā°ļø
Twinsies! (angsty)
Okay, but really, his first approach is the doctorly one. He's checking you all over, trying to figure out how far along your illness is and how long he has until you've left him...
Again.
(assuming he knows you before you died at least)
He's stumped when all the results come out negative for the Plague. After constant reassurance, he has nothing to do but accept that this is just some strange magic stuff that's out of his league.
Tracing your red veins...........while you sleep.........or while he thinks you're asleep....................nnnnnnngh
This man has poor circulation so he sticks his hands under your shirt to warm them up. And also to mess with you and laugh when you scream lol
He also stands over you and flares out his big dumb (affectionate) jacket when you forget an umbrella and it's hot out. Kids keep mistaking him for a vampire tho and they run away and he always feels so bad
He might still be looking for a cure during the night when you're asleep. Even though he knows the Plague is over and Lucio is dead/dead adjacent, it still hurts his heart a little to see you like this
He wants to fix you, even if it drives him to death......again
š»Muriel of the Kohkuriš»
He wasn't super affected by the Plague itself, more just by Lucio's existence, so he's not super affected by you having symptoms
And the animals aren't gonna care, and it's not like anyone who doesn't know of your condition is gonna come over, so he just lets it be
If any of the symptoms do start bothering you he of course will help. He knows herbal medicine so he can help bring a fever down or deal with aches and bad coughs
Healing kisses from Inanna!! :3
He tries to keep you from doing very strenuous work sometimes, like lifting a bunch of logs for the fireplace, and if you're really stubborn about it he'll just carry you instead. Mountain man will use his mountain arms
He'll gently stroke your head if you're having a hard time sleeping.....getting up to get you water if need be.....telling you stories to try and lull you to sleep........listen to you cry if that's causing you problems.................somft
On the rare occasions you do have to go into town, he'll swallow his apprehension to follow you and give death glares to anyone who wants to try and make a comment
Loaning you his cloak :3 loving and protecting you dearly :3 :3 :3
š±Portia Devorakš±
She has no connection to the Plague so it doesn't affect her at all! She just thinks you look sick as hell!
Like......literally! Are you okay?
You have to explain to her what's going on but after that it's all good
Pepi loooooooves how warm you are. She always wants to snuggle with you during the winter. Then again I think Portia is also pretty warm so she's a little jealous lol
Sunhat and parasols to keep you cool! It's also fashionable in the summer >:3
She probably makes vampire jokes about you ngl (only if you're comfortable with it tho)
S............skin..........skinnydip...........skinny-dipping............*falls into hole*
If you're ever feeling bad about how you look she is there to lift you up 110%. No one's gonna feel bad about their appearance on her watch!
Also tracing your veins. Yes
She says they look like plant roots :3
You're always comfortable with her, no matter what. She is the comfy QUEEN!
š©Lucio Morgassonš©
Twinsies! (happy)
Okay obviously he's not entirely happy about you looking like you have the Plague cuz that reminds him of all the horrible shit he's done
But damn if you two don't look good together
He'll give you makeup tips on how to show off your red eyes and really make them the centerpiece of your outfit
And he'll give you glamorous outfits that compliment your skin tone and red veins
People might think you're siblings if you match well enough
He's also showing you off to everyone in the classic Lucio style, but it might be a bit much. If it is he'll send everyone out of the castle...classic Lucio style
If you're more of an introvert he'll try to keep the parties small, and he actually will! He loves to party but he also loves to respect your boundaries!
There will be moments, of course, when he has an existential crisis and starts spiraling downhill with flashbacks of being a ghost and the fire and the beetles and the red flooding his vision and the cold, cold forest and the way the snow crunches under his feet and the horrible sounds of--
Take his hand. Kiss the back of it. Listen to him. It's alright. Breathe. You're here. You forgive him
Or maybe you don't idk
Either way he always wants to show you off no matter what and let everyone know how much he loves you
Arcana Babygirl Poll: Round 1
Arcana Babygirl Polls: Round 2
To the consternation and absolute dismay of the palace staff, the count of Vesuvia was declared to be non-contagious and therefore safe to be around for longer than a few seconds.
The doctors caution the servants to still keep their masks on and available at all times. Roanna keeps her mask on, but not because of any particular fear of the Red Plague.
See, she didnāt have to school her expression with the mask on. A godsend when Count Lucio fucking Morgasson is throwing his fourth tantrum of the week, his emaciated limbs showing surprising strength as he hurls his third vase of the week at the opposite wall. Itās fucking Thursday.
OR: Pre-canon story of Lucio being the worst in the height of his plague era and the girlmediocre that takes care of him.
To the consternation and absolute dismay of the palace staff, the count of Vesuvia was declared to be non-contagious and therefore safe to be around for longer than a few seconds.
The doctors caution the servants to still keep their masks on and available at all times. Roanna keeps her mask on, but not because of any particular fear of the Red Plague.
See, she didnāt have to school her expression with the mask on. A godsend when Count Lucio fucking Morgasson is throwing his fourth tantrum of the week, his emaciated limbs showing surprising strength as he hurls his third vase of the week at the opposite wall. Itās fucking Thursday.
OR: Pre-canon story of Lucio being the worst in the height of his plague era and the girlmediocre that takes care of him.
To the consternation and absolute dismay of the palace staff, the count of Vesuvia was declared to be non-contagious and therefore safe to be around for longer than a few seconds.
The doctors caution the servants to still keep their masks on and available at all times. Roanna keeps her mask on, but not because of any particular fear of the Red Plague.
See, she didnāt have to school her expression with the mask on. A godsend when Count Lucio fucking Morgasson is throwing his fourth tantrum of the week, his emaciated limbs showing surprising strength as he hurls his third vase of the week at the opposite wall. Itās fucking Thursday.
OR: Pre-canon story of Lucio being the worst in the height of his plague era and the girlmediocre that takes care of him.
Summary:
To the consternation and absolute dismay of the palace staff, the count of Vesuvia was declared to be non-contagious and therefore safe to be around for longer than a few seconds. The doctors caution the servants to still keep their masks on and available at all times. Roanna keeps her mask on, but not because of any particular fear of the Red Plague. See, she didnāt have to school her expression with the mask on. A godsend when Count Lucio fucking Morgasson is throwing his fourth tantrum of the week, his emaciated limbs showing surprising strength as he hurls his third vase of the week at the opposite wall. Itās fucking Thursday. Ā OR: Pre-canon story of Lucio being the worst in the height of his plague era and the girl-mediocre that reluctantly looks after him.
Chapter Two of two very flawed people who narrate their lives through a very distorted lens trying to communicate with each other. Except neither is trying very hard and both are so completely different that the results are forever hit or miss.
Summary:
To the consternation and absolute dismay of the palace staff, the count of Vesuvia was declared to be non-contagious and therefore safe to be around for longer than a few seconds. The doctors caution the servants to still keep their masks on and available at all times. Roanna keeps her mask on, but not because of any particular fear of the Red Plague. See, she didnāt have to school her expression with the mask on. A godsend when Count Lucio fucking Morgasson is throwing his fourth tantrum of the week, his emaciated limbs showing surprising strength as he hurls his third vase of the week at the opposite wall. Itās fucking Thursday. Ā OR: Pre-canon story of Lucio being the worst in the height of his plague era and the girl-mediocre that reluctantly looks after him.
Chapter Two of two very flawed people who narrate their lives through a very distorted lens trying to communicate with each other. Except neither is trying very hard and both are so completely different that the results are forever hit or miss.
Summary:
To the consternation and absolute dismay of the palace staff, the count of Vesuvia was declared to be non-contagious and therefore safe to be around for longer than a few seconds. The doctors caution the servants to still keep their masks on and available at all times. Roanna keeps her mask on, but not because of any particular fear of the Red Plague. See, she didnāt have to school her expression with the mask on. A godsend when Count Lucio fucking Morgasson is throwing his fourth tantrum of the week, his emaciated limbs showing surprising strength as he hurls his third vase of the week at the opposite wall. Itās fucking Thursday. Ā OR: Pre-canon story of Lucio being the worst in the height of his plague era and the girl-mediocre that reluctantly looks after him.
Chapter Two of two very flawed people who narrate their lives through a very distorted lens trying to communicate with each other. Except neither is trying very hard and both are so completely different that the results are forever hit or miss.
Summary:
To the consternation and absolute dismay of the palace staff, the count of Vesuvia was declared to be non-contagious and therefore safe to be around for longer than a few seconds. The doctors caution the servants to still keep their masks on and available at all times. Roanna keeps her mask on, but not because of any particular fear of the Red Plague. See, she didnāt have to school her expression with the mask on. A godsend when Count Lucio fucking Morgasson is throwing his fourth tantrum of the week, his emaciated limbs showing surprising strength as he hurls his third vase of the week at the opposite wall. Itās fucking Thursday. Ā OR: Pre-canon story of Lucio being the worst in the height of his plague era and the girl-mediocre that reluctantly looks after him.
Chapter Two of two very flawed people who narrate their lives through a very distorted lens trying to communicate with each other. Except neither is trying very hard and both are so completely different that the results are forever hit or miss.
To the consternation and absolute dismay of the palace staff, the count of Vesuvia was declared to be non-contagious and therefore safe to be around for longer than a few seconds. The doctors caution the servants to still keep their masks on and available at all times. Roanna keeps her mask on, but not because of any particular fear of the Red Plague. See, she didnāt have to school her expression with the mask on. A godsend when Count Lucio fucking Morgasson is throwing his fourth tantrum of the week, his emaciated limbs showing surprising strength as he hurls his third vase of the week at the opposite wall. Itās fucking Thursday. Ā OR: Pre-canon story of Lucio being the worst in the height of his plague era and the girl-mediocre that reluctantly looks after him.
Chapter 3 is up!
Mostly some filler before we get into the juicier stuff happening in the next chapter >:)
To the consternation and absolute dismay of the palace staff, the count of Vesuvia was declared to be non-contagious and therefore safe to be around for longer than a few seconds. The doctors caution the servants to still keep their masks on and available at all times. Roanna keeps her mask on, but not because of any particular fear of the Red Plague. See, she didnāt have to school her expression with the mask on. A godsend when Count Lucio fucking Morgasson is throwing his fourth tantrum of the week, his emaciated limbs showing surprising strength as he hurls his third vase of the week at the opposite wall. Itās fucking Thursday. Ā OR: Pre-canon story of Lucio being the worst in the height of his plague era and the girl-mediocre that reluctantly looks after him.
Chapter 3 is up!
Mostly some filler before we get into the juicier stuff happening in the next chapter >:)
To the consternation and absolute dismay of the palace staff, the count of Vesuvia was declared to be non-contagious and therefore safe to be around for longer than a few seconds. The doctors caution the servants to still keep their masks on and available at all times. Roanna keeps her mask on, but not because of any particular fear of the Red Plague. See, she didnāt have to school her expression with the mask on. A godsend when Count Lucio fucking Morgasson is throwing his fourth tantrum of the week, his emaciated limbs showing surprising strength as he hurls his third vase of the week at the opposite wall. Itās fucking Thursday. Ā OR: Pre-canon story of Lucio being the worst in the height of his plague era and the girl-mediocre that reluctantly looks after him.
Chapter 3 is up!
Mostly some filler before we get into the juicier stuff happening in the next chapter >:)
Vesuvia Weekly: What it's like to hold the M6
~ my submission for this week's prompt - have some sappy headcanon drabble ^.^ ~
Julian
The sounds of leather folding and bending and creaking, of a pent up sigh, of a noble, anxious, too-big-for-its-own-good heartbeat fluttering against those thin, bird-like ribs
The smell of - yes, more leather - with a slight hint of sweat and the faded scent of the crushed herbs used to stuff doctor's masks
The feel of a well-worn, weather tested, oversized coat falling around both your frames, a cold set of bony fingers tangling into your hair through protective gloves
The sight of folded black cloth and slightly dulled metal buttons, a pale neck cradling your forehead, auburn stubble shivering over a bobbing adam's apple
The bitter taste of sea-salty lips, self-sacrifice, and coffee
Asra
The sound of an airy chuckle, a curious whisper, a deep, relaxed sigh, a heartbeat that touches your own with every gentle thump
The smell of smoking incense, sparkling spices, and syrupy vanilla, lurking beneath the petrichor of sunny spring rains on the dust of a far-off highway
The feel of a soft shawl on your cheek, sturdy linen body-warmed and slightly rough under your arms, heavy, heated hands running soothing pathways along your spine, cloud soft curls on your ears, a deceptively slight frame
The sight of golden metal and silvery blue stone on smooth skin, the barely-there rise and fall of a body slowly relaxing into yours
The taste of smoky tea, home, and desperate dedication
Nadia
The sound of rustling silks, the quiet clink of bracelets and rings, the hush of long, thick hair falling over chiffon-clad shoulders, a contented, throaty hum, a lofty heartbeat
The smell of jasmine, rose, pepper, and amber, of warm silk and chilled white wine, of flower gardens and powdery cosmetics
The feel of a heavy curtain of hair against your face, body warmth passing quickly through thin, gauzy sleeves wrinkling under your movements, of strong fingers tilting your chin into her collarbone
The sight of glinting gemstones and finely crafted metal, intricate embroidery stitches swirling across lustrous fabric, scalloped hemlines along sculpted shoulders
The taste of spiced fish, wine, and plush, commanding adoration
Muriel
The sound of heavy, rough cloth slowly dragging across itself, breaths hitching deep and slow, a grumble quiet and low enough to shake the earth, a nervous, powerful heartbeat
The smell of myrrh hanging around you like a cloud, of warm fur and chilly forest air, of falling leaves and running water and smoke
The feel of muscle and scruff, of radiating body heat, of massive, calloused palms alternating between gently splaying over your shoulders like blanketing weights and hovering cautiously around your waist in fluttering, feather like touches
The sight of thick, dark hair falling in choppy lengths over stubble and scar tissue, of thick green cloth over sinew
The taste of grilled forage and mead, of healing and steadfastness
Portia
The sound of an excited giggle, springing footsteps and jingling keys, a happy gasp and unstoppable heartbeat, a mischievous secret getting laughed into your ear
The smell of air-drying laundry and soap, hair oil and cocoa butter, fresh bread and sizzling butter and caramelizing berries
The feel of strong forearms, small, calloused hands, the push of energetic bouncing against your shoulder, of hair flying around your face, the plush squish of a no-holds-barred bear hug
The sight of fiery curls spilling over clean, pressed cotton, freckles speckling creamy skin, the occasional grey and white cat hair clinging to black ribbon, the dusk of a happy blush
The taste of yeasty bread, and the comforts of adventure
Lucio
The sounds of nearby dogs panting, a cutlass clanking in its sheath, the mechanical whir and musical hum of an alchemical arm, a confident, snorting chuckle and a devoted heartbeat
The smell of fresh sweat, warm metal, cinnamon alcohol in a journeyman's flask, hair gel and worn cologne
The feel of a padded, quilted vest, the quick rise and fall of an active chest, the slight tilt of a shoulder forever sloped in favor of a heavy arm, the sinewed grip of a warrior's touchstarved fingers and the cool, metallic touch of a careful clawed hand
The sight of sharp collarbones and glinting curved gold, fine flaxen hair at the nape of a snowy neck, crimson cloth and leather straps
The taste of grilled meat, traveler's wine, and new beginnings
Vesuvia Weekly: Guilty Pleasures (poorly doodled)
Julian
Likes his food very, very salty, and in an effort not to be a burden on anyone who cooks for him, carries at least one pouch or shaker of salt around in his coat. It doesn't matter who cooked it or what the dish is, it's the same routine every. Freaking. Time. He takes one bite, exclaims over how delicious it is, pulls out his pouch, shakes at least half a teaspoon over it, and eats the rest with gusto.
You have tried to confiscate it before important dinner events. It's impossible to find and only resulted him suggesting a body search.
Asra
Gets the midnight munchies like clockwork and it's the only thing about them that follows a predictable schedule. It doesn't matter how much or little he's eaten that day or how busy he's been or what he's been up to - the clock chimes twelve, he pauses whatever he is (or isn't) doing, and the stove salamander prepares itself to assist him in crafting some new culinary abomination. You're welcome to join in!
You did try locking all the food in the pantry once to see what they would do. His response was to playfully threaten to eat you instead
Nadia
Has an obsession for things that go "click". The keys on her parlor pipe organ. The little gears and cogs she tinkers with in her free time. The jewels on the hairpieces she wears over her ears. One time you accidentally burned through half her day because she stopped by while you were threading charmed beads, and she was so hypnotized by the cathartic swishes and clicks she missed three meetings.
You did try taking her to a factory with lots of loud clicks in it, only to find out that it was the wrong type of click and she needed to leave
Muriel
Loves squishy things he can sink his hands into so much he's convinced he's not allowed to enjoy them. Thick moss. Large, spongy mushrooms. Soft, dense furs that have just been shaken and fluffed out. It's so hard not to call him catlike on cleaning days, because his response to the furs that have hung in the breeze and sunlight all day is to sit down, sink his palms in, and knead for several minutes.
Once he found a part of your body with enough flesh on it for the soft skin to well up between his fingers, and he fixated on it for a week
Portia
Likes sniffing coffee beans when she needs a pick-me-up. She hates the bitterness of the flavor of it, and she doesn't need the level of caffeine that drinking it would give her, but the smell of freshly ground coffee beans is exactly the afternoon boost she craves. You didn't know about this until you walked in one day, just in time to see her enthusiastically faceplant into a bowl of them with a loud snort.
Nobody knows what she does with the beans after she's ground and sniffed them. You suspect she uses them as garden fertilizer
Lucio
At first you're convinced he doesn't have any guilty pleasures because he simply doesn't feel guilt for a good time in the first place. You are wrong. On the rare occasion that he fully removes his prosthetic, he likes doodling a pair of googly eyes onto what's left of his shoulder and making it "argue" with the hand on his metal arm. They're named "Willy" and "Spikes" and have their own voices.
You walked in on this once when you stopped to have the elbow piece fixed, to Lucio sitting shirtless on the floor debating cookie flavors
C....cookie?!
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Asra: MC, I want you to be happy with any person you date š„°š„°š„°
MC: Im gonna date Lucio
Asra: ššš
Also Asra:..... BxTCH THE FUxK YOU ON BRUH YOU AINT DATING NO GOAT CxNT THAT HAS BxTCH SYNDROME