oh my god this is one of the dorkiest things i think i’ve ever written why did it get so ridiculous
AND I HAD ENTIRELY TOO MUCH FUN SETTING UP THE BEACH SCENE JUST PLEASE SOMEONE DRAW THAT
also i’m sorry for posting this at ass o'clock
–like seven inches from the midday sun
It was unseasonably hot, and to make matters worse, the air conditioning in the apartment had gone out a couple of days before, meaning that Emma had started the day covered in sweat, a problem that only promised to get worse; she’d spent several minutes that morning staring in sorrow at the weather forecast, where the sharp-dressed meteorologist person had declared that today would be another hot one, folks, and not a cloud in sight.
She’d spent the last two days living in the sheriff’s office or the diner, but Regina had pitched a fit at her regarding last month’s electric bill – of all things to suddenly become a real mayor about, it was funding for the police department she went with? – so she was forced to set the thermostat around 77. She would’ve fought it, but Regina would poke around if she got annoyed, and if she found out that they had no air conditioning at the moment, she would use it as a reason that Henry had to come stay with her.
(In fairness, Emma had given Henry the option of staying with Regina until they got the air fixed, but he hadn’t been especially thrilled with the idea. The amount of ice cream they had purchased – to “lessen the horror” – immediately before the discussion definitely had nothing whatsoever to do with it, she was sure.)
“Oh, screw it,” she sighed, using the condensation on her water glass to cool her forehead down. “Let’s go swimming." Henry brightened up a lot at that, but Mary Margaret made a strange noise. "What?”