#;yusuke

“Pardon me for approaching you so suddenly.” Of course others viewed it as completely odd of Yusuke to just approach a complete stranger so boldly, but he was a rather eccentric young man. “Your appearance strikes inspiration. Is it alright if I ask to draw you?”

“What?” Eyes widened, quickly shaking his head before he gets up to put his hands on Kokichi’s shoulder. “N-No I assure you I am not that kind of artist. I would never possibly ask for that-!” Unless...he meant sit? Then again, Yusuke wasn’t the best at jokes and social cues either. 

“You do not have to pose, I find the simple expression upon your face to be true art in and of itself.” Yusuke had a bit of a habit of being a little too forward in his compliments, but he couldn’t help himself as he even showed excitement when sitting back down to continue his painting. “Of course. Art is meant to be shared with everyone. I could never refuse to share my work with others, especially my muse for this piece.”

"What...? Was that...?" He isn't even mad, just unbelievably confused while already enjoying the taste of the strawberries on his face at least.

The thing is, Morgana doesn't even like pie. He was a cat for so long, he stayed away from most desserts since he didn't know what chocolate and sugars would do to his cat body in the real world.

Now he's just sitting there trying to wipe off the whip cream and strawberries from his face. "Seriously!? I just took a bath!"

Yusuke is just kind of standing there with pumpkin filling ruining his uniform. This was honestly a disappointment. One, because he wanted to paint a colorful clown. Two, because now his favorite pie is on the floor.

"...It would not be the first time something I desired to eat had been thrown at me."

He's not sure entirely why Kokichi decided to do this while blindfolding Yusuke, but he can only guess that this was an experience to intensify the flavor when Yusuke hardly had any candy growing up.

Tasting the candy in his mouth, he does admittedly lick his lips before smiling as he swallowed down. "Lovely! What flavor was it? I must admit, I am not familiar with guessing artificial flavors."

"I do enjoy her company! I have always enjoyed classical music, although I am a traditionalist at heart, she makes a fantastic model as well. As someone who was also to the whims of someone I had called father, I understand her plights against her own father."

Mixing his paint together with his palette knife, Yusuke sets down his paint palette when he hears the sound of his boyfriend coming to check on him. Honestly, Yusuke looked tired too, but the artist was far too used to staying up late to finish a piece. Madarame was often cruel when it came to making Yusuke finish a painting, it was either finish it by staying up half the night or go hungry.

"My apologies, Kokichi. Creativity came to me urgently, and after that..." Putting his brushes in his glass jar of water to wash off the paint, he looks up at him from his chair. "I suppose old habits are much harder to break than I had thought."