Heat.

Hitch hated the heat.

The humid summer air would crawl its way underneath his skin, beads of sweat snaking tiny trails through his fur. The heat messed with his head and prevented him from doing his job properly.

Not to mention his splitting headache.

Been going through my older unfinished notesapp stories and cleaning some of them up! I think I might’ve gotten a little flowery or heavyhanded with the prose at some times but I’m happy with it. Not quiiite sure if the horror tag applies here but I was aiming for a feeling of slight dread/slow realisation so I feel as though it’s applicable.