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Jaron would rate the current weather 0 stars. Would not recommend, and he’s planning on leaving a terrible review on yelp, once he’s figured out which account is the universe.
It’s hot, like, cook an egg on the sidewalk or melt through the floor kind of hot. Jaron isn’t exactly a stranger to ridiculously hot summers, but this year is a bit much, even for him.
By the time the sun rises, the air is already damp and pressing against his skin, hair plastered to the back of his neck. He’s had to skip wearing his jacket -he genuinely thinks he’d overheat and die if he did, and the pitiful amount of hearts he’s on means he can’t risk it.
On the plus side, the rest of Lifesteal isn’t fairing much better.
A truce has been called, deemed to hot to fight through, and he can’t imagine anyone doing anything, even if the truce hadn’t been called. So, a peaceful lifesteal and a sun that is trying it’s hardest to turn them into melted popsicles; an odd combination, but Jaron is nothing if not resourceful!
There’s a river that runs through spawn, and -although the water is more soup temperature than anything- under the stone bridge that runs across it, there’s a little shady spot away from the sun. It’s here Jaron floats now, lazing in the water as bridge blocks most of the sun.
It’s relaxing.
The peace is shattered by a whoop and somebody crashing down into the water pixels away from his head.
He supposes that a peaceful day on Lifesteal might of been too much to ask.