This crusade of mine is never going to end.

💔 = Has your muse ever been heartbroken? If so, explain what happened. 

🌹 = How would your muse react to romantic gestures, expected or not? 

🌷 = Is your muse likely to be the one to make the first move, or would they wait for the other to make a move first? 

🎁 = Does your muse become flattered to receive gifts? 

😍 = Does your muse have any crushes? If so, who are they? 

😘 = Does your muse like to flirt? Do they like to be flirted with? 

❤️ = Does your muse focus on one person, or do they like to go and date as many people as possible?

💛 = In what ways does your muse express their love to their partner? 

💚 = Does your muse get jealous easy? 

💙 = Does your muse prefer a night out or a night in? 

💜 = Does your muse date others based on their appearance or personality, or both? 

♡ = Is there any kind of person that your muse will never date? 

💞 = Does your muse believe in soulmates? 

💘 = Does your muse believe in astrology signs? If so, what sign are they most compatible with? And is this important when considering a date? 

💗 = Would your muse prefer a large, public proposal, or do they prefer a small, private one? 

💵 = Is money an important factor to consider when dating? Does your muse prefer rich partners? 

💎 = What kind of gemstone would your muse prefer on their engagement or wedding ring? 

💍 = Big or small wedding? 

1. What’s their full name, how’s it pronounced, and what does it mean?

2. What’s their date of birth? Do they follow the stereotypes of their zodiac?

3. What type of drunk are they?

4. Give three of their strengths and three of their weaknesses.

5. What’s their favourite food?

6. If they were to be represented by a seven deadly sin, which would it be?

7. Do they have any living relatives? If they do, which one do they like the least and why?

8. Describe (or draw) their body type.

9. What’s their biggest fear?

10. Are they a dog or a cat person?

11. Describe them in 5 words.

12. If your character was handed a puppy, how would they react?

13. How would they react to suddenly being hugged?

14. What’s their biggest secret?

15. What are their pet peeves?

16. What’s their opinion on pineapple on pizza?

17. On average, how much sleep do they get at a time?

18. If they were a superhero, what powers would they have? (if they have powers, what are they and under what conditions do they work?)

19. Does your character collect anything?

20. What would your character’s favourite band(s) be?

21. How many languages do they speak, and what are they?

22. When your character is sad, what do they do to cheer themselves up?

23. Does your character snore?

24. Describe their voice.

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

Rori was honestly surprised at the acceptance of her suggestion. After all, he had hardly been overly friendly during their shared job. But maybe that was just how he was: nothing but cold steel when it was business time and warmer underneath once that armor was able to be shed.

Then she was shut down, and just before she could argue that she wouldn’t be that bad of a student, he smiled. It was odd, how a smile changed her entire perception of him.

“You think after this kind of treatment I won’t come back for more? Sweetheart, you have no idea who you’re dealing with. At this rate, you might have to beat me back with a stick.”

Warren laughed and had to halt all movements of lifting food to his mouth. “How do I know that won’t make you come back all the more persistent?” He asked, and with a well hidden glint in his eyes he added, “For all I know you get off on being smacked around.”

“Honestly? I pictured you as a cold baked beans from a can kinda guy… or just the hard liquor until bedtime type,” she replied with a teasing smile, making her way towards the table as she spoke. At his comment, however, something hot stirred in her, and for a split second she was caught off guard. It showed only briefly in her expression, before a broad grin erased the momentarily lapse.

Rori sat across from him, meeting his gaze without wavering, before allowing her eyes to linger on him for a moment before the oven’s alert ruined her train of thought. At the smell of the food, Rori was fairly certain taste buds in her mouth that had been dead since she thawed out reanimated with hunger akin to that of a zombie.

“We’ll have to do this more often,” she said with a softer smile, genuine in its form. She eagerly dug in, making sure to savor each bite, trying not to come off as a starving mongrel being fed something other than rocks for the first time in months.

“This is really great,” she commented during one of her pauses, just long enough to wash down the last bite she had taken. “You’ve got to teach me how to make this. I can only eat so many salisbury steaks before I start thinking dirt would taste better.”

The sincerity behind her smile gave him pause, but only for a split second. “Yeah,” he replied, the corners of his lips twisting into a small smile. “I’d like that.”

Warren took the first bite of his own food and continued to eat quietly. Every now and then he’d glance up at Rori who appeared to quite eagerly approve of his cooking, if the way she dug in was anything to go by. Images of Link and Sully wolfing down their food without even taking the time to taste it before swallowing flitted through his mind and he had to avert his gaze to keep his composure.

“Teach you?” he repeated and tilted his head slightly, fork hovering just above his plate with a stack of vegetables already on it. “Not gonna happen,” he stated firmly and shook his head. For the next following seconds it actually seemed like he was dead serious, but then his face cracked up with a smirk.

Rori managed to shower fairly quickly, although she enjoyed the warmth of the water even after she had finished rinsing off. Once clean, she dried off and pulled on the spare change of clothes she kept in her bag for when she was going to be away from a settlement for a few days.

Emerging from the room, hair brushed out of her face and still damp, she was hit with the tantalizing smell of real, freshly cooked food. It was enough to make her mouth water and nearly brought tears to her eyes. It had been so long since she had a freshly cooked meal that wasn’t prepared over a campfire. Rori had to take a second to compose herself. While doing so, she hung up her towel to dry, bundled her dirty clothes into a mostly neat stack, and stuffed them into her bag. Once finished, she made her way out into the living room, where she was nearly toppled over by the dogs.

“Wouldn’t have pegged you for the cooking type,” she said, setting down her bag in a corner and making her way into the kitchen. Rori watched curiously as he finished setting the table, and suddenly felt a twinge in her stomach. It had been a long, long time since someone had cooked for her… even longer since it was just her and someone else sharing a meal. But this was just politeness. Mentally shaking the thoughts from her mind, she swallowed and offered Warren a small smile.

“You always spoil your surprise job partners like this?”

Warren heard Rori long before he saw her, and for the most part he seemed perfectly content with leaving her to her own devices as far as tidying up went. Besides, he was busy with their dinner. Warren finished setting the table, arranging two plates and two pairs of utensils on opposites sides, and made a brief stop by the fridge to fetch himself a cold beer.

“Why, you think just because I live alone I’d settle for eating canned peas heated over a fire?” he replied with a snort before he took a generous swig of his drink. He pulled out his chair and plopped down unceremoniously, using his foot to push her chair out from underneath the table. Her next question earned her a lopsided smirk over the neck of the beer bottle, just before his lips made contact with the glass. “Only the badass and hot ones,” he chuckled and finished the motion of raising the bottle to his lips. His gaze lingered on her for a moment longer than intended, and only really looked away when the oven let him know that their dinner was done with a simple pling.

He got up from his chair and grabbed the ovenmitts from the counter before he pulled out the tray from the oven. He divided the baked veggies in two and scooped a portion onto one plate at a time. Before handing it back to her he laid the steak over the vegetables and set it down in front of her.

Feel free to change or edit the sentences to fit your needs. 

“Sorry, mate, I don’t grovel.”

“Guessin’ you’re about to tell me.”

“You gonna yabber, or we gonna deal?”

“Talking out of your clacker, love.”

“Still mad as a cut snake.”

“But look how it brought us together.”

“How long have you been practicin’ that one?”

“Weapons or no weapons?”

“Weapons it is.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Anything particular? I’ve lost track.”

“Aw, let’s make nice, sweetie.”

“Your mum’s gonna shed a few tears.”

“When she gets your head in a box, she will.”

“Who needs trust when you’ve got leverage?”

“Now that’s a bonzer attitude.”

“Now why’d you knock back my offer?”

“We just haven’t found the right price.”

“I ain’t so easy to snuff out.”

“And you’re still here? Ballsy.”

“Couldn’t pay me to stay away, love.”

“Oy! Don’t go crook on me!”

“Find your own sheep to shear.”

“I don’t split nothing with nobody.”

“Killing you will be a piece of piss.”

“Would you settle for me sausage?”

“It’s gotten mucked up, see, and expensive.”

“Now your blood’s worth bottling.”

“It’s a compliment down under, love.”

“Yeah, but your tastes are a bit iffy, love.”

“Was a pretty ballsy move, eh?”

“I do a job right, or not at all.”

“So we’re in bizzo, eh?”

“We’ll get along just fine.”

“There is a discount for mates.”

“That’s gonna cost you a bundle.”

“Git scars where you stabbed me.”

“I still owe you for the first batch.”

“I’d apologize, but why insult you?”

“It’s just the way God made me.”

“C’mon, it was business, not personal.”

“Well… yeah.”

“Hey, don’t blame me you got suckered.”

“What? Who’ve you been gossiping with?”

“I’m owed for services rendered.”

“Don’t double-cross a double-crosser.”

“I could use some extra hands.”

“Wasting your time with that sheep-shagger.”

“What kind of mug do you take me for?”

“You mucked up my business, mate.”

“We had a deal.”

“Nobody welches on [name].”

“Occupational hazard, [name].”

“Eh, it’s all so much yabber.”

“You knew this was coming.”

“Got something to say, [name]?”

“My aren’t you the full quid.”

“A job’s a job, girlie.”

“Got something to trade?”

“I’ll take those off your hands.”

“Always a knocker, aren’t you?”

“Hired? I’m doing this one for fun!”

“Don’t you just look peachy.”

“I could eat a peach for hours.”

“Gotta go where business takes me, love.”

“My loyalty’s always for sale.”

“Well, we ain’t here to fuck spiders.”

“All this chasing’s got me knackered.”

“Can’t. I’m like a dog with a bone.”

“You’re in over your head, [name].”

“Good luck with that, ya drongo.”

“Taking my cut out of your hide.”

“This time I’ll make sure you’re dead.”

“Just need a knife to gut ya.”

“If it’s tail ya want, I can get that.”

“A scruple? Note the date and time.”

“Just going where the fans are.”

“Wanna lick the blood off the floor?”

“Crookest excuse I ever heard.”

“Trying to move up from the kid’s table?”

“Back off, you ungrateful yobbo.”

“Bloke’s gotta mark his territory.”

“What a waste.”

“You sheilas take forever getting ready.”

“I haven’t killed anything all day.”

“There’s no money in surrender.”

“Loyalty’s for mugs.”

“What a bunch of dills.”

“I’m just a bloke with appetites.”

“It ain’t worth nothing anyway.”

“Bugger off, mate.”

“Gotta be something you need.”

“Now why is it we ain’t mates, [name]?”

“Reckoned you’d have visited me sooner.”

“Then I’m not trying hard enough, am I?”

“That’s a feature, not a bug.”

“So much for being mates.”

Feel free to change or edit the sentences to fit your needs.

“That’s just hurtful, [name].”

“Out with the old, in with the new.”

“You’re worth more dead than alive.”

“Keep joking, it’ll numb the pain.”

“It’s business, not personal.”

“Gonna be that cocky,  gotta back it up.”

“That’s the spirit.”

“You’re all about to share a grave.”

“Gonna kill you for free, [name].”

“What can I say? I’m charitable.”

“Killing you will make sure of that.”

“He’s got no reason to lie.”

“You got a nose like a bloodhound.”

“I always study my targets.”

“Should I be impressed?”

“You army grunts are slow.”

“Gotta catch me first.”

“Give the hard ass thing a rest.”

“What did I just say?”

“You say that like it’s bad.”

“Melodramatic much, [name]?”

“It was [name], not me, that double-crossed him.”

“I only care about the here and now.”

“Am I under arrest?”

“Your [relation] know you’re fighting me?”

“He will when he gets the body bag.”

“Momma always said life’s like an armed robbery.”

“Never know who you’re gonna kill.”

“Finally, someone with reflexes.”

“Morals don’t win fights.”

“What can I say? I’m eclectic.”

“Keep the money coming, we’re good.”

“At least try the free sample.”

“All you’ve got is brute force?”

“You still won’t be fast enough.”

“Can’t say that’s a bad call.”

“Sure seems personal.”

“Why so grim, [name]?”

“You’ll be dead before you draw.”

“I”m as fast as greased lightning.”

“Figure I’d use words you understand.”

“That’s actually impressive.”

“Quit your whining already.”

“Should’ve just double-tapped you.”

“Fuck that.”

“Doesn’t mean they’re any good.”

“You’ll be dead in a split second.”

“Got a better suggestion, [name]?”

“Gonna put you down for good.”

“Poetic, but bullshit.”

“Hasn’t caught up with me yet.”

“I gotta say, you’re freaky.”

“Not afraid, just weirded out.”

“You’re gonna burn fast and die hard.”

“Too bad. I’m not looking for family.”

“That, plus [item], and you’re screwed.”

“A mistake you’re gonna pay for.”

“I’m about one thing: what’s best for me.”

“I’d never forget a fight.”

“I’m here to collect.”

“I only know how to go forward.”

“Whatever, I’ll run faster.”

“We should do business.”

“You’d be surprised, Princess.”

“Maybe not [name], but you can trust me.”

“Ah, I can’t. You got me.”

“Ruffians? Way to class up this fight.”

“Find, kill. You get the idea.”

“As long as it isn’t personal.”

“Honor doesn’t pay the bills.”

“Hear you grew up poor, too.”

“Take it somewhere else.”

“For the right price, anything’s possible.”

“Least I’ve got personality.”

“Should I bother to offer our services?”

“I’m nobody’s victim, freak.”

“We call it protection money.”

Rori was fully prepared to just find a nice corner of an alley to sleep in, or see if the Third Rail’s back room was quiet enough to catch some z’s. It was a pleasant surprise, however, to be offered a place at Warren’s, whether it be a couch or even the floor. At least she’d be better protected.

Upon arriving, Rori was immediately assaulted by two of the most adorable dogs she had seen that month, at least. Her attention went from Warren and his home to the dogs at her knees. Once they had gotten comfortable with sniffing her, she began passing out pets to the pair, giving them belly rubs and ear scratches.

She gave a ‘mhm’ and a nod to his announcing he was going to shower, her attention still on the dogs.

Near half an hour later, Rori was sat on the ground, her back against the couch with the darker of the dogs laying across her lap, belly up, and the other pushed up against her as close as he could get, also belly up. There was a half empty bottle of Nuka Cola on the table nearby. She was in the middle of not only showering the dogs with praise for being such cute, good boys, but also giving each of them a kiss on the snout when the door to what must have been Warren’s room opened.

Rori looked up, pausing in her delivery of belly rubs, and nearly had to do a double take. The man that had entered that room was much different than the man that left: cleaner, for one, but also without the thick beard he had at the beginning of their trip.

“Holy shit, you clean up nice,” the words slipped out of her mouth before she had a chance to think them over. Still, they weren’t wrong. Giving the dogs a final pat on the tummy, Rori stood, and a smirk crossed her face.

“Sure, I’ll go wash up,” she replied, and as she passed by, she added, “but we could have conserved some water if we had just showered together.”

The sight that greeted Warren when he returned to the living room was nothing short of heartwarming. Lincoln and Sully both seemed quite content where they exposed their bellies for Rori, steadily wagging their tails whenever she showed them particular interest.

Warren met Rori’s gaze when she looked him over, and despite his best efforts, he couldn’t keep a small, amused smile from his face, not really taking her words to heart.

“You’re gonna spoil them,” he chuckled and shook his head, looking at the scene as it played out in front of him. The brown dog, Sully, scrambled to his feet when Rori got up, whining as he nudged her thigh with his nose. Lincoln remained on his back and wagged his tail against Rori’s feet.

“If I’d known that was an option, I might have asked. Didn’t know you were interested,” he replied with a smirk as he headed towards the kitchen to get started on their dinner.

He slid the key into the lock, turned it and pushed the door open. Almost immediately they were overrun by two very excited dogs, who after seeing Rori, devoted all their attention to sniffing her and checking her out.

“I’m gonna hit the shower,” he told her, tossing his bag on the couch. “There’s beer, some nuka cola and water in the fridge. Just make yourself at home.”

He disappeared into the next room, leaving the door ajar, and a few minutes later the sound of rushing water could be heard through the wall. More time passed, and after about half an hour later, Warren emerged from the bedroom. His face was now clean shaven, and he wore a simple black t-shirt and dark jeans.