“and i’m hot,” lysandre replied without much hesitation. galvantula’s big, furry body was already doing its job in making him sweat more and more, and burgh suddenly leaning his head against him wasnt helping one bit.
"i could get ice packs—they’re in the freezer. but they’d probably melt as soon as i brought them out.”
subconsciously, he leaned back against burgh, his head tilting to the side to rest on the man’s fluffy head of hair. he blinked sweat out of his eyes, then shooed galvantula off his lap and into her pokéball.
"You sure are," Burgh barely resisted the temptation to reply. News of ice packs makes him pause, though. Ice would certainly help the heat, and possibly his boredom along the way.
After the moment taken to blow a raspberry on Lysandre's warm skin, he pulls away and pushes up to his feet, mumbling on the way, "I'll get them."
In fact, he grabs two: one to drop onto the other's chest, and a second to slip down the front of his pants.
