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Who: Wolfram von Bielefeld flaming_for_yuu and Shibuya Yuuri is_the_catcher
Where: Outside
When: After Yuuri's post.
Rating: PG to PG-13 because they seem to keep getting squishy lately yes I know it's all Wolfram's fault.
Summary: Wolfram talked Yuuri into sitting for a portrait after all.

the Story: Wolfram would have preferred better light. But at least it wasn't raining. The light was better than inside, too, though of course it and the supplies he'd talked the closet into disgorging weren't anything like the quality he was accustomed to at home. They would probably be sufficient. He didn't expect too much of Yuuri's "acrylics," either, though if the less potent scent was enough to talk Yuuri into posing for him, he wasn't about to complain.

"Well, find a pose," he suggested to his fiancé, settling on the grass and arranging paints and paperboard fussily.

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...This was not what Yuuri had meant when he suggested they go outside. He flopped on the grass with a reluctant sigh, completely at a loss on how he should phrase his thoughts without sounding like 100% jerkface.

"I've, er, never seen you do a landscape, you know," he commented idly. The thought of Wolfram staring at him for that long made him even more twitchy than it used to, and the paintings themselves weren't exactly the most flattering things he'd ever seen. Yuuri wasn't a vain person, either, so that had to stand for quite a bit.

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This was because Wolfram was even worse at landscapes than he was at people, and knew it. He could recognize a deflection attempt when he saw one, though.

"I'll just play around with the new paints for a while," he conceded. That ought to give him leverage to talk Yuuri into posing later. Sometime. He missed the old painting he'd done, still hanging on his bedroom wall in Blood Pledge Castle. It could use a replacement here, especially if they'd be stuck in the mansion for as long as it seemed like they would.

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Yuuri wasn't sure if Wolfram was being gullible or gracious in going along with his suggestion to NOT PAINT HIM. Probably not gullible, because Wolfram wasn't stupid - or, at least, as stupid as Yuuri was - but it was all kinds of weird to realize that Wolfram really did bend his own wants to yield to Yuuri's instead. That made him squirm almost as much as the staring would have.

"Well, it's not like practicing would waste them, anyway, since we can always just get you more."

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"That's true," Wolfram agreed, wondering why Yuuri looked uncomfortable. He was letting the wimp get out of modeling, after all. Thoughtfully, he unscrewed the cap of one of the small tubes, squeezing the colored paste onto his palette, and toyed with it with one of his narrower flat brushes. Not quite the consistency of bearbee excrement paint, but not a bad substitute. The color was certainly bright enough.

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Yuuri leaned slightly, watching Wolfram fiddle, and for the first time realized that this was actually one of Wolfram's hobbies.

Which, er, was obvious, but for all that he babbled about baseball and even his minimal base knowledge of video games, he'd never asked the person he shared a freaking bed with about what the boy did in his spare time.

"So, uh. When did you start painting, anyway?"

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"When I was about fifty," Wolfram replied absently, experimenting with blending several of the colors. This acrylic stuff wasn't bad at all. "Mother hired an art tutor, and although he only stayed on for about a year and a half, I kept it up in my spare time...."

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Yuuri may or may not have been aware of the fact that acrylics also dried incredibly fast and therefore Wolfram would have to work faster to finish his paintings. No one ever said Yuuri wasn't a manipulative little shit, but it wasn't like Wolfram would actually suffer for it--!

"So that would be like... ten or so? That's around how old I was when I really got into baseball! Small world, huh?"

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"Maybe a little older than ten," Wolfram said, adding a touch more blue to the grass-green he was mixing. It was... nice, to be sitting out here talking with Yuuri normally. This was the person he lo-- wa-- felt all sorts of things for that would make Yuuri yell and flail if he admitted to them out of the blue. "It's not an exact correlation. ...How did you start baseball?"

The paint was starting to cake on his brush. "Yuuri? Is it supposed to get tacky this fast?"

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That grass-green with the added touch of blue was starting to look like the color of Wolfram's eyes, but Yuuri wouldn't be caught dead thinking something cliché like that. Really. Never.

"--I heard it dries kind of fast? I mean, in comparison to oils, which take about a month..." Almost everything Yuuri knew about painting came from that weird American guy with an afro. Television was a dangerous thing in the off-season.

"Ah, I don't remember the details, really. I just kinda tried it out and got hooked. Maybe I thought it would make mom let go a little, or something. Even though she didn't."

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Wolfram held up his brush, giving it an offended look. The paint was definitely starting to dry.

Well, he'd have to mix a bit more. If he were going to do a landscape, this was about right for grass. He slashed a horizontal green line about two-thirds of the way down the paperboard, and started filling in with short strokes beneath it.

"I don't know much about baseball," he admitted in magnificent understatement, attempting to match the grass-green-with-blue in a second patch of acrylic. "It seems like you've gotten pretty good at it, though. Better than Conrad."

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Yuuri scratched the back of his head, not quite flattered, but still embarrassed for some reason. "Well, it's like any skill. Like sword fighting, even. You watch enough and you do it enough, the better you get."

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Like sword fighting, except that Yuuri was actually good at baseball. Wolfram couldn't help grinning.

"So we just need to make sword practice more like baseball for you, right?" he teased. "You already hold the sword like it."

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Yuuri gave Wolfram a look that said he wasn't really amused. "If only there was a way to make sleeping more like riding a boat, so you wouldn't move around so much."

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The very idea made Wolfram's stomach lurch. He went back to painting brush-width stripes of grass with annoyed force. "I'm not that bad."

Well, he probably was. He'd woken up hanging off the side of the bed upside down enough times to know that. But he certainly wasn't going to admit it.

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Yuuri grumbled under his breath. "You're just lucky I'm used to the smell of gym socks. Your feet are nothing compared to that."

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Wolfram paused before reaching for the sky blues. What were gym socks? And why did a particular style of clothing smell worse than others?

"I bathe regularly," he chose, as the most likely to actually make sense after Yuuri's non sequitur. A haughty look might help.

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Leaning back on his hands, Yuuri rolled his eyes. "I know, but that doesn't mean a foot in my face is any less gross."

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Dabbing a bit more blue, and a touch of red, and a bit of white onto the sky-color he was mixing, Wolfram replied with a noncommittal noise. Was there a bit more red? No, it was darker, that was the thing. More blue.

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The lack of a response made Yuuri nervous, so instead of going silent like he probably should have, he leaned over to, er, admire(?) Wolfram's work. "That red's a little bright."

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"I'm working on that," Wolfram grumbled, adding some of the darker blue. Now it was too dark. And slightly blodgy.

Well, he'd just add lighter sections up towards the top of the painting.

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"Doesn't adding the opposite make it not as bright without making it dark...?"

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"...Yuuri," Wolfram suggested brightly, "you could get some paperboard from the closet too."

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Yuuri wasn't sure what would be worse: being worse than Wolfram and the blond saying "I told you so", or being better than Wolfram and invoking his scorn. Yuuri was not an idiot.

"Okay, okay, I'll be quiet."

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That was better. Wolfram settled down to painting in smug silence.

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