Out of all the months, summer was probably hardest to deal with.
Ruffie would be alright in his pen, but Galian would drag anyone
he could outside to play. Worse, Vincent would spend the whole
time curled up in any patch of shade he could find.
Reno had had enough. He crept up on Vincent, grabbed his
hands, and then smothered every available inch of skin with
suncream. Before Vincent could protest, he dragged him into
the sun, and lay on his chest.
"Sorted." He kissed him. "Ewww...Suncream!"