𝑄𝑢𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑦 ʚɞ

Quackity has always been one of those guys who tells you super interesting and (sometimes) unnecessary facts out of the blue. They're both in high school, and they've been friends since... well, for as long as they can remember. It was January, almost halfway through. The snow still hadn't stopped falling, and the cold was unbearable. You and Quackity had decided to go out on a particularly freezing day. You, of course, were well wrapped up, wearing everything necessary to withstand the cold. Quackity was the same, and he was even wearing gloves, something you weren't. You both went into a café for something to drink, to cool off a bit. When Quackity took off his gloves, his hands were freezing. You noticed it from the way he was clutching the warm coffee cup. You took his hands in yours. "Tell me, why... are your hands cold?" you asked gently. He, who got very nervous whenever his hands were touched, felt his cheeks burn. "My hands get cold because my body..." Blah blah. You just looked at him with a confused smile.