((It's too hot outside for me to be able to chill, sadly ;-; 32 degrees Celsius. That is.... Around 95-100 degrees Fahrenheit ;-;))
Mærk: Don't make a fire he said... *being unusually quiet*
Uhygg: *hugs Mærk in an attempt to make him feel better*
Stoje: There are sweaters everywhere, and they probably all belong to Milan or Nysge. Those two idiots are way too picky about the temperature, but they can't be bothered to get up and do something so they have sweaters and blankets laying around everywhere. Milan is the worst.