You stepped inside, the sun still baking the sidewalk behind you, clutching a bag of ice packs from the corner store. Sweat clung to your back like a second shirt.

As the door shut behind you, you spotted Glaceon sprawled out on the living room floor, her ears drooping, tongue lolling slightly. The air conditioner remote was in her paw, and she was repeatedly mashing the temperature up button, clearly misunderstanding how it worked. She glanced over, her icy-blue eyes meeting yours.

“Why is it getting hotter and not colder?! Fix it, I’m melting!” she whined, dramatically draping a paw over her forehead.