how do you draw horses or buildings 

are there windows/balconies that low ever

aaah yes i was waiting for this 6v6 i will answer both sets

Gilbert is the big spoon like 90% of the time. Sometimes Winnie will snag that position if he's like dead tired and doesn't thing about it. it's really kawaii

They like watching movies together and just sitting around at home doing nothing.

Gilbert uses all the hot water. No regrets.

They fight over who gets out of bed first. nobody ever wins

Gilbert and Winnie kind of share the cleaning. Because Gilbert wants to clean everything in general and Winnie because she doesn't want to clean up everything that he dirties aurbgihaejrgs

They fight over both of those. It ends up having to be shared. 

Gilbert calls them because Winnie makes him aieurgbhjfg

They fight over the blankets. Who wins depends on how aware the other person is about the fact that their blankets are being stolen

Gilbert leaves stuff lying around everywhere. He calls it organized chaos. Winnie just calls it being too lazy to put shit away

Winnie remembers to buy the milk.

Winnie remembers all the dates and events and stuff. Gilbert remembers them but doesn't /remember/ them. Like he knows the dates and stuff but will forget about them when they happen

They share cooking responsibilities p much equally. They argue over who gets to bake though.

They argue more than fight. Fighting is more likely to happen when one of them or the both of them are not entirely sober so yeah

Not too much. they're both kinda sedentary, though Gilbert probably goes out with Francis and Toni a lot if he isn't with Winnie.

Gilbert will call her Pooh Bear sometimes but it's kinda rare

Gilbert would pay for dinner most of the time, though every now and again he's like i'm not doin this u do it

answered the blanket one already 

Gilbert usually gets Winnie jewelry, or he'll take her out to go shopping since that's generally easier. Winnie just asks what he wants

Gilbert kissed Winnie first uvu

Winnie probably made the first move

Winnie remembers things better than Gilbert.

I think Gilbert probably started it "officially", though they'd both acknowledged that they were together for a while

Gilbert does it a lot casually. It just kinda comes out of him whenever. But whenever Winnie curses it's like holy shit get in the bunkers shE'S PISSED HIDE

They’re tucked away in the corner of the library, behind countless bookshelves. Her books are sprawled out on the table, open for the two of them to read. “You see,” he starts as he turns one of her textbooks around so she can read what he’s underlined lightly in pencil. “the reason twins are so important when studying psychology is because everything about them is the same physically. We have a constant because they are genetic duplicates.” Dr. Beilschmidt reached over and grabbed another book and set that on top of the first. “And if you decide to take this book home-“ He flipped through several chapters of the book, searching for something before continuing. Winnie watched his hands closely. The fingers that turned the pages were long and thin, but not quite bony. They moved quickly through the pages, practiced from years of digging through books in school. She wanted to grab them and examine them, to run her fingertips along the lines of his hands and memorize their paths. When she shifted in her seat and moved off of her foot, their legs met but neither moved. Dr. Beilschmidt had stopped talking, and that was what snapped Winnie out of her daze.

It’s the alarm blaring that wakes Gilbert up and when he reaches to slam down hard onto the snooze button, he notices that she’s in the way. It wasn’t really planned- not that it ever is with them. They drank too much and thought too little. But it’s always consensual, never forced. He remembers driving home with her- how stupid. Then there was the mad drunken dash to the door, one grabbing and tugging on the other in a race to see who gets there first. He doesn’t remember who won, but knows that he has clothes to put in the hamper before breakfast. Gilbert can recall the feeling of adrenaline as they clawed desperately at each other, their inebriated state egging them on. It was dreadfully vanilla despite that, though he can’t remember the act itself. It’s only the feeling that comes to mind and that’s probably for the best. They didn’t quite make it to his room ether, he knows that.  But they’re there now, and he’s glad they didn’t wake up anywhere else. Winnie rolls over in bed when she feels him up against her. She snuggles into him, letting out a quiet and gentle sigh against his neck. Gilbert’s head hurts, but it’s a throbbing pain he’s used to and is able to ignore it.