GayCake

Phil rolled around on his bed, rubbing his red nose. He was sick. How he got sick, he didn't know, but it might have had something to do with a girl licking his face at a meetup. It was awphil. Luckily Dan was home, helping Phil whenever he could. Meaning, he warmed up soup and occasionally checked up on him. Dan was on his laptop in the kitchen, looking up things he could do to make Phil feel a bit better, when the microwave beeped, signalling that the soup was done. He sighed, getting up and going to the microwave. He pulls out the bowl, the steam rolling into his face, and sets the bowl on the counter to cool down. After about two minutes