"Get off me! We'll fall into the frying pan!" August laughed as Vincent held on to his waist from behind him, refusing to let go as he rested his head on August's shoulder as they swayed from side to side.
"You can cook like this," Vincent said in a playful dismissive tone.
"How?" August asked in a laugh, stretching his hands out as much as he could — which about half of an arm's length.
They bickered for a while over the frying pan with melted butter until the sound of a phone ringing a distance away made Vincent undo his hands from August's waist. August looked about, spotting his phone doing a vibration dance on the white kitchen counter as it played the familiar ringtone.
"It's mine, sorry," he muttered, turning the stove off before slipping past Vincent so he could head over to h
