#chiyo: i just had to go from one hot environment to another?? wack

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one thing petra never has to worry about again was overheating. especially during the summer, when almost everyone was melting into puddles and dying while sitting in front of a fan. it was amusing to walk through the headquarters of the spider society and overhear other spider-people complain about the weather, how they were too hot in their suit, and everything that usually follows with that kind of talk. it was because of that petra walks ( not skates, not this time, ) in large confident strides, her smile spread wide across her face. just as she turns the corner she spots little chiyo, tugging her spider mask off and the ravenette can tell immediately that the poor girl had been drowning in her own sweat, what with the way her hair sticks up in a sweaty heap. exhaling a frosty breath, from somewhere deep within her, petra outstretches her arms, ushering the younger girl into her arms. ❝ come here, let big sis petra cool you down. ❞ she'll be everyone's personal ac.

unprompted | @barrenstars' petra helps chiyo cool down!

chiyo can agree things associated with summer are nice -- ice cream, the beach, festivals, shorts. does she like summer, though? absolutely not. she hates how her suit sticks to her skin, only made worse by the extra layer she chooses to wear ( if she wasn't uncomfortable showing her figure, she'd tear it off this instant ). she hadn't even bothered wearing her menpo, and don't even get her started on how unbearable it is having her thick ass hair shoved under her ask. she's got to ask aunt mei about a redesign because this is just the worst.

nueva york is sweltering that day, and in unforeseen events ( read: a prank gone wrong ), the ac is under repair at the spider society. chiyo's not the only one sweaty and suffering; just about everyone has something to say, and just about everyone loses their masks within minutes of arriving. chiyo kind of regrets coming now, even if she finally got to eat curry with pav ( especially because the stinker laughed at her for choking on the spice. can you blame her when japanese curry is so mild in comparison?? it caught her off guard! ).

but fate must be smiling on chiyo because petra appears from around the corner, and if she weren't so hot and sluggish, she would have run into her arms. instead, chiyo shuffles and slumps into petra's arms, savoring her cool touch.

" your timing's impeccable, petra, " chiyo mutters against her shoulder. " i swear i was gonna get heat stroke -- feels like we're inside an oven today. "