cait hcs
just some silly shit to avoid writing my fic lol
She's cut off all her hair many times: and will do it again at any minor inconvenience. Bloodbug in her hair? Not worth saving that strand. It grows faster than she knows what to do with anyways.
Once it gets too uneven she'll begrudging let someone cut it: never a stranger though. The only people she lets cut her hair are Sole, and eventually Piper. Before that she'd just even it out herself and ignore the back.
Favorite color is burnt orange. Favorite food is sugar bombs.
She's allergic to calling people by their actual name. She has a nickname for everyone (ok that one's mostly canon), but hates being called nicknames herself.
When she wakes up in the middle of the night she usually reads "trashy" romance novels. Cait likes scavving in old bookshops in case any of the paperbacks survived, but she tears the covers off so no one can tell what she's got at a glance.
She and Hancock once tried challenging Strong to a drinking contest. It went as expected.
Not really a big animal person, but Dogmeat adores her. She complains that he's gross, but never actually pushes him away.
It takes her a long time to warm up to Preston and Piper especially: they're so....well-meaning that it reads suspiciously to her. She gets used to it eventually, but still rolls her eyes at Minutemen proceedings on principle.
In the same vein, she gets along as easily as she can with Mac and Deacon: Mac because he's Functionally Every Tired Merc ever and that's familiar, and Deacon because he does have an angle, but that angle has nothing to do with her.
She teases sniper!sole endlessly for hanging back, but it sends a thrill up her spine every time an enemy just drops at her feet.
If she's complaining: she's mostly fine. It's when she's totally quiet that there's an actual issue. Goes triple for injuries.