Reader and Yosano go on a date to A pottery studio and paint a realy ugly flower pot while drinking wine together ā¤ļø
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"Fuck!" You exclaimed loudly, scowling at the misshapen pot sitting on the table in front of you. A few weeks ago you suggested a pottery date to Yosano, thinking it would be a sweet romantic date. Unfortunately, neither of you had the foresight to book ahead, severely underestimating exactly *how* popular the studio was. The shelves had been wiped clean, only leaving behind the misshapen discounted pieces that looked more like mutated lumps of clay.
While you were scowling at the radioactive looking pots, Yosano was laughing her ass off clearly enjoying the cruel irony of the situation.
"Shut up, it's not funny! How are we meant to use this.......thing! I can't even call it a pot, it's so grotesque looking. It looks like someone's guts got smushed together into some incomprehensible sludge that hardened!'' You exclaimed in a hushed voice, not wanting the studio owner to overhear.
"Oh hush it just needs a lick of paint. Just use that big brain of yours darling, be imaginative."" Yosano retorted smoothly, picking up the incomprehensible blob and dumping it onto the table. Grabbing a paint brush she began dipping it into the blob of blue on the paint palette, smearing streaks of sky blue over the misshapen lump.Ā
You sat there contemplating getting a refund over the lack of usable pieces until you felt something wet splatter against your cheek. Panicking you gently touch your cheek, revealing a smudge of blue paint on your cheeks. Most likely thrown by your smirking girlfriend who was innocently sipping her wine.
"Quit scowling so much. Youāll get wrinkles." Yosano scolded playfully, sliding over your glass of wine along with a fresh paint brush.Ā
"You wish. My skin is as smooth and wrinkle free as a baby's arsecheeks." You retort snarkily, snatching up the paint brush as you prepared to try salvage the pot. Scanning it over, it really was ugly. Horribly misshapen with lumps that could've resembled boils for all you knew. The thing looked like something out of a cosmic horror story.
Staring at it blankly, you wonder how on earth this could be salvaged. While you were busy scratching your head wondering where to start, Yosano was speeding ahead with covering the whole pot in sky blue paint as messily as possible. With each smear of paint, the pot slowly brightened up looking less and less like some kind of mutant sludge.Ā
Sitting there you silently watch Yosano paint, her hands movely carelessly and freely as she smears more and more paint onto the flower pot. Truthfully you privately wondered how someone with such impressive medical skills has such awful artistic skills. Her shaky lines leaving much to be desired.Ā
"You know, you could try help me with painting this thing instead of just checking me out." Yosano teased flirtatiously, winking at you before laughing loudly at the sight of your cheeks turning bright red.
"Aww, is the wine getting to you babe? You're turning into a tomato, y'know.'' Yosano quipped playfully, poking one rosy cheek.
"Oh shut up! It's just warm in here.'" You grumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up even more from her flirty teases. Grabbing a paintbrush, you try focusing on the flower pot in an effort to distract yourself.Ā
The longer you stared at the pot, the more it shifted and changed until those earlier boil-like lumps started looking suspiciously like tomatoes on a vine. Maybe it was the wine rushing to your head, but you followed your instinct, grabbing the paintbrush and smearing red all over those lumps until they somewhat resembled a tomato. At least to your slightly wine-addled brain.
Yosano gazed at you painting like a madman with an amused yet fond look on her face, sipping her wine as she watched you create your masterpiece.Ā "That's cute but it needs more detail. Add some leaves or a vine.'" She remarked casually, sitting behind you as she slid her arms under yours. Gently intertwining your hands, she helped guide your paintbrush with delicate, confident strokes. With your hands intertwined, you painted the pot together, creating streaks of green resembling vines. Yosano held your hand in hers as she used your hand to paint tiny delicate leaves around each misshapen tomato.
Between many glasses of wine later and stolen giggles, the two of you finished the pot, holding it up in the air triumphantly. It wasn't a masterpiece by any stretch of the word, it was still misshapen and the detailing blurry. But it was yours.
Smiling hand in hand, the two of you paid for the pot, wandering home to find it a new home in your apartment while playfully arguing about who was better all the way home. '
