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🎻 Chapter 5 - Musical Statues 🎻

Rody stared at Vincent, the sound of his laughter was unlike cold exterior. The sound was low and enduring with a hint of sweet giggles like a child. It was like Vincent was a coconut. Hard, cold and an exterior that could kill. But the inside was refreshing and lifesaving and, in Rody's opinion, sweet. Vincent's laughter died down and he caught breath, smiling and looking at the ground. Rody was a statue, a flustered reddened and hot statue. He watched Vincent regain himself and clear his throat, his eyes going to Rody and widening.

Rody was just standing there like he was stuck to the spot and staring at Vincent with a surprised and flustered face. Vincent, being a gaybo and a tall bottom (fight me, this man is a twinky bottom (pls dont fight me-)), looked away immediately, cleared his throat and continued walking.

"Uh yes. Groceries."

Rody shook himself out of his flustered state and walked with Vincent, the two not talking the entire way.

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They made it back to the apartment and Rody sat on the lounge as Vincent packed away the groceries. Vincent spoke from the kitchen.

"You can leave, Rody. You have a day off."

Rody looked to him, noticing Vincent's voice sounded strained and forced, like he didn't actually want Rody to leave. Rody stood up and walked over to Vincent, who was putting food in the fridge. Rody watched as he did as he slid himself on the counter and watched while Vincent put stuff away. Rody noticed his slim and pretty frame and forced himself to look away by biting his finger and averting his eyes to the side. He spoke softly, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away.

"Is it 'right if I stay? My apartment sucks anyways and I'd rather spend my day off with someone who'd let me plait his hair."

He had said the last bit in a slight, flirtatious tone and smirked at Vincent, who's flushed and sighed, turning to him and sighing again. This man didn't breathe, he just sighed and inhaled oxygen.

"You're such a prick."

Vincent said calmly as Rody snickered and then paused, thinking to himself.

"Wait... Is it normal for you to tease your boss and plait his hair...?"

(For those with American English who are too lazy to look it up, don't worry I gotchu, Plait = Braid. For those with British English, it's plait. Ok? Ok, lets continue!!!!)

Rody thought as Vincent looked at him and pushed his leg out of the way, got on his knees and...

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-Opened the cabinet under the counter, put away a bowl and walked away. Rody flushed at this and sighed a breath of *slight* relief. He started to wonder if Vincent wasn't down there to put away that bowl... What if Vincent got down there to do something else... But he quickly lost that train of thought when Vincent scolded him and told him to get off the counter.

"Boo..."

Rody mumbled, sliding off the counter and following Vincent who was walking to the lounge room. Vincent walked to a shelf and pulled out a thin square of thin cardboard. He pulled out a large, black record and put it on the record player, beginning to play some melody that seemed older than time but nice and melodic.

"Like Vince..."

Rody had thought, as he watched from the lounge, observing Vincent walk to the kitchen and pull out a cutting board, a large knife and a bowl. Rody stood up and silently walked over to him, watching as he prepared. He didn't mean to be so quiet. He just didn't want to disturb Vince while he was cooking.