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“Mac, buddy...” Neil looked down at the Australian Shepherd, the herding dog looking back up at Neil with a wagging tail. Well, more like it was shaking its entire rear end, considering he didn’t have much tail to wag in the first place. “When did you get so... husky...” Somehow, Mac had gained enough weight for it to become visible. The dog still herded the animals just fine, and he was just as energetic as ever. Yet, somehow, the dog had become... chunkier. With so much energy being spent all day, one would think Mac would maintain a normal weight. 

Neil sighed as he stood near the food bin that held Mac’s kibble. As much as he wanted to lower the food intake to help control the weight on the young dog, Neil didn’t want to starve the poor guy. Plus, Mac was sitting there so excited and looking at him with those eyes... Neil huffed and undid the top of the bin, only to find that the food was much lower than he remembered it being. Had they really gone through so much in such a short time? 

“Just how much is that asshole feeding you?” Neil asked Mac with raised brows. The aforementioned asshole was none other than the man who had, without much warning, begun avoiding Neil as much as possible. Ever since that night on Valentine’s Day, Vaughn had hardly said so much as a full sentence of more than five words at a time to Neil. 

And it was beginning to piss Neil off. 

He hadn’t done anything wrong. At least, he didn’t think he had. The lack of communication was starting to interfere with work, too. Chores were being done twice, animals were being let out or brought back in too early or too late. Neil had little doubt that Vaughn was likely feeding Mac when Neil had already done so, or vice versa. 

As if on cue, Vaughn entered the barn and Neil turned to him with a deep scowl. 

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The violent spring sun beat on Renee’s bare neck as she tended to Ramone, an alpaca currently grazing in Brownie Ranch’s fields. She was still new to the job, but if there was one thing that comforted her in new situations, it was animals. She grinned sweetly, running a brush along Ramone’s soft wool and hummed quietly to herself. After a few more strokes, Renee rested her free hand on her hip, her smile growing as she scratched Ramone between his ears. “See? I bet you feel a lot better now, huh?” She was answered by a low hum in response. 

The brunette dusted off her long dress before tucking the animal brush back into her satchel, adjusting the bag so it rested on her hip. She gazed out at the field around her, taking a breath in of the familiar smells around her -- a little sourness from the manure coupled with warmth of the hay and grass. The scent carried with her as she walked toward the chicken coop, ready to take on another task of the day. But, today, something was off.

Renee raised two slim brows at a barren spot next to the coop entrance. She swore Neil had placed the bucket for the chicken feed there, and there was a distinct imprint in the grass where it had laid. She wrinkled her nose in confusion before a rattling inside the coop caught her attention. Now, her eyebrows were nearly at her hairline, and she stepped toward the small entrance of the coop. The chickens were causing a ruckus, and she sucked her bottom lip, wondering if she should go grab Neil in case there was trouble. Before she could consider the possibility, a man’s silhouette appeared before her. He was broad-shouldered, and a cowboy rested atop his silver head. A gasp flew from her lips before she was able to stop it -- surely the man noticed.

“Of course I celebrate! Who doesn’t?”

“Oh, it’s never good to rush things! It’s always important to stop and smell the flowers.”

How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules?

How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning?

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@bornwanderer​​ sent: 🤲 (religious headcanon)

Angelo didn’t have a particular stance or bias about religion—nor was he the type to shove down his own beliefs in someone’s throat. His family weren’t frequent churchgoers which could be the reason why he’s quite nonchalant about the topic.