Editing City Series:Volume7 Layer 9 (section)

===Record 71: He Told Me to Do It===
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'''07/10/1998

'''11:42

It was hot. The cicada cries and the heat were both unbearable and we were up on the school’s roof.

Everyone was taking their exams below. There was no point in us taking the exams since we were in the Chancellor’s Officers. Our job was to watch over the people below right now.

I turned back from the edge of the hot, hot roof to see Snowy wearing a T-shirt and crunching up ice in a penguin-shaped shaved ice machine.

Did that count as eating an early lunch?

Senpai stood below a parasol next to her and stared into the distance. Despite the extreme heat, he was wearing his full uniform. There was something wrong with him.

Just as I wondered where you were, I felt something hot and sticky on the back of my neck.

“Whoa.”

I grabbed it and found it was Daitarou. Small animals were supposed to have high body temperatures and he sure did look overheated with the way he was sticking out his tongue.

And I knew who had to have held him against me.

“You.”

I looked back to see you eating shaved ice in a tank top with your shirt tied around your hips. 

“Sure is hot, isn’t it?” you said with the spoon in your mouth.

That was an accurate statement, but I wanted to get my mind off of that. I changed the subject while walking over with Daitarou in my hand.

“Where’s the Boss?”

“He’s trying to fix the living room A/C, but he says it isn’t looking good.”

“I see.”

I placed Daitarou on Snowy’s nape while she acted as our human shaved ice maker. She immediately leaped to her feet.

“Hototot!”

Quite the scream.

I caught Daitarou after he fell from her and hid him behind my back. Snowy reached her hands behind her back and swung them around in something of a dance.

“Hm? Strange. I could have sworn I felt something.”

“Probably the ghost of the air conditioner you broke. The poor thing got PTSD after you slapped it on the side. Now our summers will be hot, our winters cold, our rainy seasons humid, and our autumns dry.”

“You should thank me for giving you a more vivid seasonal experience.”

“Hey, did you all hear the excuse this criminal is trying to peddle?”

“Stop that. I will apologize to the others. Just not to you.”

“Thanks for teaching me that discrimination can be found in even the smallest organization.”

“We should search for a new room,” said Senpai from below the parasol. “The corporations are acting suspiciously. I would like a serious base.”

“Isn’t that an overreaction to a simple air conditioner?” I asked.

An explosion and the shatter of glass erupted from below.

Senpai waited until the noise had entirely faded before looking to me.

“What was that about a simple air conditioner?”

“Well, um, it only exploded a little! I’m sure it’s fixable!”

“But fixing it now will probably take the Professor’s help too,” you said from behind me. “Are you sure this will be okay?”

Which part did she think might not be okay?

Then Lady walked up from the emergency stairs. She set down her keyboard, amp, and speakers and hooked them up.

“Whew, I’m exhausted. Okay, everyone, I’ll play you a refreshing song.”

Now, we’re talking. My boiled brain made a mental note to grab her butt later on and she soon had her headphones on and was playing the keyboard. All of our hopes for some refreshing music were dashed in an instant.

“How can we hear the music if she uses her headphones?” you asked.

The cicadas were the only thing to be heard in the sweltering heat while Lady played her keyboard with her back to us and shook her butt to a refreshing beat.

I sighed, approached her, and pressed Daitarou against her dancing neck.

“Ahyah!”

'''Author Comment:

On hot days, holding an animal feels unbearably hot.

This is also a continuation of the air conditioning story from before.