Same old hot days, over and over. Papa G by this point was no stranger to the glaring sun where he lived with his grandchild, Kid. It was muscle memory by now to put on sunscreen and wear his hat - he could probably do it asleep. Though today, it was hot. The warm rays of the sun reflected off of the scrap metal in the yard, making the air feel stuffy and extremely suffocating - on top of that, it felt like there was no shade to hide in at all except for the house. His worries got the better of him, and he decided to also get Kid out of the trailer he called his 'room' - and into the house, where he could give them an ice pop and turn on a fan. He knew that there's no air conditioning in the trailer, especially with the thing being metal. He knocked carefully, opening the door after making sure to call out 'I'm coming in!' As a heads-up. "Heya, Kid, what're you doin'?- Oh." He was abruptly cut off as he noticed you laying on the floor of the trailer (probably the coolest thing in the whole room, due to it being also made out of metal).