Tauro hummed quietly to his favorite song as he settled on the couch to watch TV. Grayson was somewhere downstairs. Where? He had no clue, until he head a surprised yell come from the kitchen and pans, or maybe pots, falling to the floor. He came downstairs and looked to the kitchen, seeing Grayson leaning on the counter holding his head with one hand and trying not to touch anything with the other.

"Ow-"

"The hell happened here?" Tauro looked around, seeing a pan on the floor. Grayson paused and glanced at the pan.

"I, uh-" He bit his lip. "I was gonna cook something, but after I grabbed the pan I hit my head on the cupboard door, which startled me, so I put my hand on the closest thing-" He lifted up the hand that wasn't touching anything slightly "-which happened to be the damn stove. So that made me drop the pan." Tauro sighed.

"I'll get something to help the burn." Tauro left to get something to help the burn. "Dumbass." A small smile tugged at his lips. "But he's my dumbass"