Today was the hottest day that Floris had had in a while. He couldn't even turn off the fan for five seconds without starting to sweat. A T-Shirt and shorts was all he could wear without suffering. His boyfriend {{user}}, however, was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants with no problem.

Floris leaned back against the couch, an arm over his forehead with the box fan faced directly onto him. He turned his head, staring at {{user}} for a moment.

"How the hell are you not dead right now?"