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Droid was boiling alive.
Nothing he did seemed to help with the heat. Showering, turning the air conditioner on at full blast, stripping into his boxers and standing in front of the fan. His entire body just felt sticky and slimy, like he was a slug. Being sweaty felt better than this.
Throwing himself onto his couch with a groan, Droid pulled his phone out and curled up, just about accepting defeat. About. Until, upon seeing his home screen, he realized that the solution had been right there all along.
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Pezzy sat smiling and humming to himself quietly, reviewing his editor’s work on his next video. The temperature was so cozy; for once he didn’t have to have the heat on to stay warm. Pezzy always ran super cold, so even though it was supposedly on fire outside, it was more like heaven for him. The peace and quiet was so comforting, and he honestly was probably going to fall asleep once he was done working, maybe getting good rest for once. It was all too perfect. So obviously, Pezzy’s heaven was raided by the devil himself.
Pezzy yelped as two arms wrapped around his shoulders, twisting to see Droid nuzzling into his neck.
”What the fuck are you doing here?!” He exclaimed. Instead of actually answering his question, Droid just whined and buried his face deeper into the crook of Pezzy’s neck. “I’m so confused right now.”
”it’s too hot outside…” Droid moaned out, finally getting a word out. “And your nice and cold…”
”Are you serious.”
”I don’t know what else to do…! I tried everything…”
”Did you try sitting in your car with your AC on full blast?”
Silence.
”Droid?”
”My AC broke and I haven’t fixed it yet…”
Pezzy sighed, staring at the man clinging to him like a dying person would cling to life support. “I thought I was finally going to get a little peace. I guess I jinxed it,” Pezzy chuckled.
”Mhm sorry. I forgot how much you like this weather because you run cold all the time…”
”It’s really fine, Droid. I can’t be mad at you for this, honest. It’s not really your fault,” Pezzy insisted.
”Promise?”
”Yes, idiot. Though the fact that you haven’t fixed your AC is definitely your fucking problem,” he snorted, and Droid just whined at him and dramatically threw his head onto Pezzy’s shoulder.
”You’re so mean to meeeeeee….” He whimpered. “Look, I’m dying…”
”I could kick you out to the streets if I really wanted to be mean,” Pezzy joked. “Now hold a minute and let me change out of my hoodie. Then we can go sit in my car with the air conditioner.”
“NoOoOoO…!!!” Droid cried as Pezzy threw him off of him. Droid collapsed to floor and threw one of his hands across forehead tragically, sprawled all over the ground like the idiot he was.
”You do know Sly fucking vomits all over my floor, right?” Pezzy snorted, but the other just moaned about being “far too weak to care.” The shorter just ignored the Shakespeare play happening on his bedroom floor and tugged off his hoodie, tossing it carelessly onto Droid’s face.
“Hey-!” He cried, sitting up sharply. “What was that for!?”
”Oh, looks like he can stand,” Pezzy said with an eye roll. “C’mon, dumbass, do you want cuddles or no?”
And so, Pezzy found himself sitting in his car with Droid squished into his side, the air conditioner blasting cold air directly into their faces. Pezzy was shivering slightly, but he’d survive this just for Droid.
”You feeling any better?”
”Yeah. A lot better,” Droid said, somewhat sleepily. “And I really am sorry for interrupting you, I am.”
”I told you, idiot, I promise I’m not mad,” Pezzy teased. “I’m just being a bit sarcastic is all.”
”Yeah, yeah.”
They both sat there quietly, their eyes boring into Pezzy’s garage door.
”I bet a little kiss would make you feel even greater.”
”Nah, your lips are way too warm.”
Pezzy just laughed, glancing over at Droid.
”Whatever. Just enjoy this while it lasts, dumbass.”
Maybe Pezzy hadn’t expected his day to go like this. But, if he was being completely honest? Being cuddled up next to Droid wasn’t that bad either.