#nsabitch

[text] What I don’t appreciate is you breaking into my loft to put trash in my kitchen cupboards. 

[text] Candy corn is NOT real food. 

this was not me but *whispers* Camille rubbing his hands to warm them up (and forcing her very lacy, feminine winter gloves onto him some days)

Oh, wow. An actual anon. Huh. 

hsgdgfg HEADCANON ACCEPTED. He’d probably be very confused and “um... no?” the first few times (”I’ll rip them, Camille. Have you ever seen Tarzan? Do you know how much bigger guys’ hands are in general to girls’?”) and then, when she doesn’t budge, just fondly, exasperatedly resigned. And then he’ll start with the movie quotes. (”Do you wonder why we’re always, like, wearing gloves?” “You're a disgrace to them gloves, your father, and the traditions of this boxing hall!”  “And her old Uncle William used to say a lady is known by her shoes and her gloves.” “[bad Jersey accent] And this time, make sure the gloves come off.” “Do you own rubber gloves? I rent 'em. I have a lease with an option to buy.”)  

And when he does have to take them off because he needs his fingers unencumbered he’ll always fold them ever so gently and put them somewhere safe (and forget about them until she finds them and forces them on him again).