CraftyCorn wants to make a portrait of her girlfriend, Hoppy Hopscotch, and have it displayed in her tower. Unfortunately Hoppy chugged three energy drinks the hour before and is trying (and failing) her hardest to stay still during it... Speedpaint/Hoppy x Crafty fic!
Hoppy Hopscotch was trying her hardest to stay still. She really was.
She knew how much this'd mean to CraftyCorn. Art was CraftyCorn's... well, everything. Next to Hoppy, of course, but Hoppy was likely one of the few, if not just the flat out only, thing CraftyCorn held above her art.
So when CraftyCorn had asked Hoppy to mural for an art piece, Hoppy had been more than willing to do so. After all, she had nothing better to do, and the thought of pleasing CraftyCorn was far better than the thought of winning the soccer match she'd inevitably challenge Kickin to.
Though Hoppy had made a teeny, tiny mistake while waiting for the time they'd agreed on to start since CraftyCorn had to go into town to purchase a few specific supplies.
She'd had some energy drinks. And not just one, not just two, but three whole Redbulls chugged within the fifteen minutes CraftyCorn had been gone.
In her defense, she had been thirsty, and the Redbulls had just been lying there. What was she supposed to do? Just wait the thirty minutes patiently?... Hoppy chose not to answer her own mental reasoning and chose to think about something else. Like KickinChicken. Maybe she could challenge the rooster to a marathon when this was all over. She felt like she had hours of energy left in her, and the thought of his squawking face when she left him in the dust was-
"I'm back, Hops! You didn't get bored while I was out, right? I just needed this specific color for your fur, and I ran out since I used it all for that Christmas painting DogDay wanted me to make a few weeks ago..." CraftyCorn's soft yet room-filling voice made Hoppy's ears perk up as the unicorn reentered the tower, grocery bag of freshly bought, Hoppy-colored paint clutched in her teal hoof. "O-Oh, what? Heck no, Crafty! I'd never get bored if it means I get to wait for you! You know me, most patient rabbit in Crittervill! How long's it take, ten, twenty minutes? I could've waited longer, no biggie! I'm as chill as CatNap and cooler than Kickin'" Despite Hoppy's words she was currently anything but chill or cool. Her words were coming out a mile a minute as the rabbit practically vibrated in her seat, paws fidgeting with eachother, foot thumping fast and hard enough against the tower's floor to vibrate other paintings of the Critters that were hung on the tower's walls, and cottontail twitching fast enough behind her to look more like a green blur than anything. CraftyCorn paused momentarily at the sight of Hoppy's hyperness. Well, sight of her being even more hyper than usual, that is. Then she noticed the three Redbull cans stuffed into the garbage can (Not the recycling, of course. Hoppy couldn't recycle for shit no matter the amount of times she was reminded by Crafty) and quickly put two and two together. It didn't take Bubba Bubbaphant's mind to figure out what happened here. "Hoppy... Did you drink the energy drinks in the fridge while I was gone?" CraftyCorn questioned, voice losing quite a bit of its soft edge like it usually did when CraftyCorn was in interrogation mode. And it worked on Hoppy without fail everytime. That unicorn could sure as shit be scary sometimes.
"I-I, uh, well, err..." Hoppy stammered, energetic bravado temporarily lost at the semi-stern look her girlfriend gave her, before she quickly attempted to reclaim it. "Well, yeah, but I only had three!" Hoppy replied as if three cans of Redbull in one sitting would a reasonable amount. "Besides, I can handle it! You know I can. You're a fast painter anyways, right? I can sit still for you during that!" Hoppy knew that was likely completely bullshit. Even on a good day she probably couldn't sit still for more than half an hour, let alone one and a half while on the energy drinks. But when it came to Crafty, she was sure she could.
CraftyCorn stared at Hoppy for a few more silent moments, eyes momentarily narrowing before she let out a sigh, running a hoof down her face as her usual gentle smile and voice returned. "Well... I guess if you say you can handle it, you can handle it. But you know you don't need to do this if you don't want to, right? I can paint you from memory, and wouldn't want to make you do anything you wouldn't want to."
Hoppy's ears drooped. "What?! No, I do want to do this! I'd never get bored doing something for you, especially your art. I swear to you, Crafty, I want to do this, and I will be able to sit still, alright? Scout's honor." Hoppy held up a paw for that last part despite having only lasted one week in Girl Scouts before being kicked out.
Crafty giggled, a sound that made Hoppy's chest flutter and feel warm way more than she'd ever probably be willing to admit to another Critter. "Alright, alright, I'll stop bugging you about that. I just wanted to make sure you didn't feel like you were obligated or anything." CraftyCorn finally moved from the doorway, setting up the paint supplies on her easel as Hoppy tried her absolute hardest to sit still for the five minutes it took CraftyCorn to set up, something Hoppy found to be a even greater challenge than the obstacle course she'd done with Kickin last week.
"You ready, Hops?" Crafty asked as she picked up her favorite paintbrush that Hoppy had gifted her when they had first started dating, tongue already begining to stick out in concentration as she dipped it in a green that perfectly represented Hoppy's fur.
"Heck yeah I am! This'll be your best painting yet, Crafts, I can feel it!" Hoppy exclaimed as she straightened up slightly on the stool, using every single ounce of will in her body to stay still.
"Alright, just hold that pose..." CraftyCorn muttered, voice even softer than usual with concentration as her gaze locked onto the canvas, momentarily glancing up one more time before beginning her first stroke.
And then with that CraftyCorn got to work on the painting. She'd actually managed to finish it even earlier than she had expected. Mostly because she figured Hoppy would spontaneously combust if she had to sit still any longer.
And in Crafty's opinion, the painting had turned out perfectly. Well, except for the fact that the painting's left leg was more of an unidentifiable green blur than Hoppy's leg since Hoppy was unsurprisingly unable to stay completely still during modeling. But it would've been inaccurate not to include it.
