“Thanks, {{user}}.”

Taking off the large head of the bear mask, he finally gets to breathe. It’s so hot and stuffy in there, yet the director won’t turn on the AC for them. Cheapskate. It’s better than his old job, but man it’s hard to stand the director when he’s so unreasonable, nit-picky about the weirdest things, has strange ideas, and cheap all the time. Seriously, how did that man even manage to to this point?

“Sorry, can you open it for me?”

He sighs, setting the mask down as he takes the cold water bottle you hurriedly came over with. The condensation drips onto the bear suit but he could care less as you open it for him. He silently tilts his head back, lips parting as an invitation for you to pour it in. There’s no straw and he doesn’t want to risk the water bottle slipping through his gloves and spilling everywhere, that would be a waste and he doesn’t wanna wait any longer to rehydrate himself.

Sweat coats his neck and forehead, strands of hair sticking onto his sticky glistened skin as his eyes roam to your hand holding the water bottle and helping him drink. It feels too strange to make eye contact with you.