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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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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.

Yuuri tried to wipe his face with a hand and realized, just after doing so, that he probably just made it worse. "Clumsy!"

Successfully dropping his brush in the water on the second try, Wolfram pointed an accusing finger. "You tickled me. You deserved that."

...Then he snickered again. "And you look like you have a beard."

Yuuri stuck his tongue out (avoiding the paint) and sat up. "It's not my fault that I didn't know you were ticklish-- ...Hey, er. Do you have a wet rag with you, or something?"

Wolfram looked over the supplies he'd brought. There was, in fact, a wet rag. For wiping paintbrushes clean, which meant that unless Yuuri was very, very careful to use the clean corner, he would end up rainbow.

He handed it over anyway. "Just this."

Yuuri could be very, very careful when it came to his dignity, really! Though in this situation it was moreso because he wasn't flailing up a storm and could actually sit still to do so. "Good enough. So, er."

Dignity perfectly intact, Wolfram held out a hand for the rag when Yuuri was done with it.

"...What were we talking about?"

"I can't remember," Yuuri mumbled as he wiped his hands in the grass. "...How's the paint?"

Wolfram took a sidelong glance at his painting, which hadn't improved with time to dry, and said, "I'll keep practicing with these 'acrylics.'"

"That wasn't really an answer," Yuuri mumbled.

"Yes it was," Wolfram shot back, carefully wiping the last traces of paint from his brush and making sure all the paint tubes were properly capped. "I wouldn't waste my time on inferior materials."

And even he had to admit that the smell was much better.

Yuuri smiled slowly. "...So I made a good suggestion." This was going on his mental wall of victories now.

Wolfram could recognize an oncoming attack of smugness from miles away. He racked his brain for ways to head it off.

--Well, surprise was always a useful weapon. "You did," he agreed. "Somehow."