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Who: Wolfram von Bielefeld

flaming_for_yuu and Shibuya Yuuri

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

This obviously meant Yuuri was free to sprawl back on the grass and try not to fidget, especially when he realized that there was a slightly domestic air about this whole situation, which was vaguely... vaguely something.

The silence, like most silences around Yuuri when the wimp wasn't working up to an explosion, pretty comfortable for Wolfram. He settled into a routine of dabbing at the upper half of the painting, leaving a bare stripe for the dark lurking band of forest to be painted in.

By the time it started to look like a lake with severe acne, he gave up and rinsed his brush clean. It could dry while he thought about how exactly one painted "massive line of trees" that didn't involve something like a black thundercloud.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, setting the brushes down on the side of his palette to dry.

Yuuri turned his head, having folded his arms behind while watching the clouds go by, and lied through his teeth. "Nothing, really. Are you surprised?"

Yuuri was being evasive. This was a sure sign that Wolfram should keep asking.

"What's the thoughtful look for, then?"

Yuuri thought quickly. "...The sky is very blue?"

Sometimes, Wolfram could understand why Weller was so soft on Yuuri. It was too hard to maintain a proper spirit of hardassed skepticism when the other boy had that wry, embarrassed, unforgivably cute look.

He glanced at his drying painting, trying not to smile. "No it's not. It's blotchy red and purple."

Yuuri shrugged as best he could, grinning dorkily and playing along. "That must be what I found so perplexing. Hunh."

Wolfram failed to keep his smile from breaking free at that comment. "Except you were looking at the one that's bluer."

The snort Yuuri made at that was a perfect replica of one of Wolfram's as he rolled his eyes. "Want me to play along or not?"

"That depends on whether you're going to tell me what you were really thinking," Wolfram shot back with the original snort of which Yuuri's was a pale imitation.

Yuuri wasn't really interested in being a pampered and spoiled brat, so he didn't feel challenged in the least~

He could, however, outpout Wolfram easily. "...I forgot?"

Wolfram wasn't about to accept that flimsy excuse. No matter how cute the wimp was being when he delivered it.

"No you didn't."

Wolfram did not realize that Yuuri's pouting was an attempt at blatant evasion, apparently. The only method that was more foolproof than playing dumb was to not say anything at all, so that was just what Yuuri did.

Wolfram realized it, he had just been pushing.

With a resigned sigh, he picked up his palette again, eying the forest. The branches definitely had more red in them. And it might balance out the red in the sky, or something. But first, black-green for all the shadows and dark leaves in there.

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Yuuri, meanwhile, was tracing the clouds in the sky above them with a fingertip, one eye closed to improve his accuracy. "You know, it's kind of weird."

"What is?" Wolfram asked absently, focused on the outline he was tracing in paler green.

Yuuri knew it was a lost cause to tell Wolfram to do the lights first and then work towards the darks, so he didn't bother watching or making a comment. "Well, we don't usually get to do stuff like this. It's been a long time since I've had a day where I could spend it doing absolutely nothing, you know?"

He knew. He might push and prod Yuuri into work, but it was a lot of work being a good king. This inadvertent vacation... was probably something Yuuri'd needed.

Wolfram also wasn't going to object to the fact that they got to spend days doing absolutely nothing together.

"It's a nice change," he admitted, then added (to make sure Yuuri didn't think he was getting too soft), "But don't get lazy."

Yuuri could now say that Wolfram projected the title "wimp" upon him without him actually deserving it, since he had intended the 'together' part of it to be heard as understood.

Oh well. He could hold onto his heterosexuality just that much longer, then.

"I won't get lazy. I still run in the mornings, you know."

Wolfram ought to have heard it, but he was a little too used to Yuuri reacting badly every time Wolfram assumed even the most obvious subtext from his comments. It was just easier not to assume too much. Especially since nothing ruined a nice quiet afternoon of painting (and cloudwatching in Yuuri's case) like misunderstandings, yelling, and freaking out.

He added some bright leaves over the dark forest band, and started mixing up red-brown for the branches.

"That'll at least keep you from getting out of shape," he conceded.

"It'll do more for me than you eating cookies with Florian will for you~" Yuuri grinned as he reached up and poked Wolfram in his supposedly-pudgier side.

Wolfram... squawked. There was no more decorous way to put it. Luckily, he had had his paintbrush on the palette and not the painting, so when it went skidding across with his flail, the only thing it landed on was...

...Yuuri's cheek.

After his own indignant squawk - because that was cold and he hadn't been expecting it - there was only one think Yuuri could think to do in response.

This is why he started laughing.

Wolfram started to squawk again, started to apologize, started to flail, started to put the brush back in the water to rinse it clean, and then stopped everything and started to laugh along.