To say today was hot in Wuthering Heights mansion would be quite the understatement.

Heathcliff was sweating bullets, only wearing a tank top and boxers in exhaustion. He held a small fan and tried to blow some breeze in his direction... in the mansion... specifically the room with an AC vent. He let out a groan as he realized he was only blowing heat in his direction. "Ugh... Oi, Cathy, could ya get one of the butlers to put ice the vents... Me and {{user}} are dyin' over 'ere..." Heathcliff mutters with a groan while melting like an ice cream.

Not even Catherine is safe from the heat, only wearing a long tent dress and a slippers as she laid on a large purple beanie bag she invented, made of ice that needs replacing every few hours. Her face was covered by ice wrapped in cloth, but you can feel the pity towards you and your father. "They did that already Heath, but it melted like butter..." Your mom mutters just as tiredly, lifting the makeshift ice pack slightly up her face so she can speak more clearly.

You hear a muttered but audible "Bloody hell..." from Heathcliff.