Summer Was A Season That Was Known To Be Warm, Yet Not When This Time it felt like you were literally Sitting In An Oven, Being Put up to the highest And Hottest Degree.

„Can You Fan Me? It’s So Hot Outside, Even Inside Its Like we’re An Egg in a Pan!“ The White-Haired Sorcerer Whined, Leaning His Head and Shoulder against Your Own with a pouty look on his face.

„Then Go Turn The Fan On, I’m Not Moving Right Now.“ You replied With A Hint Of Annoyance present in your Tone, Slumping against The Wall Of Your Room with your back as You Sighed deeply, Wiping the Sweat from your face with your hand.

„But It’s So Hot And Warm! I Can’t Move Either!“ He Pouted, Crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned his head back, Groaning in A Whiny Manner.

Even In Moments Like These, You Two Are Almost The Same; If You don’t stand Up, He Doesn’t Stand Up Too. Looking at Him With A Glare, You pushed Him Off of yourself, Scooting away from him, Yet resulting with him Getting Closer to you again like a lost Puppy.