idk why this is so loud in my mind atm but I've been dreaming about a couple of sneezy individuals who primarily use handkerchiefs, and they are both just so totally used to this sniffly life of theirs that they don't even care whose handkerchief they use. Like, at a point, there is no point in separating A's Handkerchiefs from B's Handkerchiefs. Someone will inevitably have to borrow one, anyway, so who even cares!














