"Are you doing it right?" The blond youth asks, feeling increasingly self-conscious about it.
"You're the one who taught me how to draw!" His companion points out, with a bit of contempt to his question. "Don't you trust me?"
He sighed. "I do, I do, but…"
"But nothing. I'm finishing it soon." She responded, definite.
It was a quiet afternoon at the sunflower farm. Thousands of dainty flowers decorated the land, no patch of bare grass being found. The sky was clear of clouds and it was the perfect weather for any outdoor activities that could not happen from the previous rainy weather.
This is, in fact, the reason why they came over there today. Rinka had felt stifled with the strong, relentless rain from the monsoon rain that befell over their town throughout the week, and so insisted for them to have a day trip to seize the sunny weather.
He was always much too glad to indulge her, and if any person came across them on that field, they would be quick to point out. Sitting on the thin white blanket were her and Shikishima, both smiling brightly. His smile was tighter seeing as he was getting a variety of small sunflowers painted on his face and he really did not want to get scolded again.
"Shikishima!" She complains once more. "You're not a bunny, quit scrunching your nose."
Her eyes were focused on the movements that went into making the flower the exactly right shape, in such a manner that even the internationally famous painter could not find too much fault.
"It's not my fault that those bristles tickle. Couldn't you have used your make-up brushes? Besides, the paint is too cold, you could've at least warmed it!" He whined lightly, like a child he has not been for a long while now.
Then, he grabs her hand to have a clearer look at his girlfriend. The young woman rolled her eyes pointedly, electing to not even take the time to explain how she could not either use make-up brushes nor warm up the paint. She is sure he knows all the ways in which that would ruin her small work of art and was only pointing those complaints out to be difficult for the sake of it.
After dipping the brush in brown paint, Rinka took her position back in front of his face, this time placing her hand on his sleek jaw to get a better hold. She did not miss the red tint that overcame his face from her actions, and it both fuelled the wicked side of her personality and gave a pretty contrast against her drawing.
"You are blushing." The brunette whispered against his ear with a teasing undertone.
"Is it a crime to blush because of my girlfriend?" The young artist responded.
His voice was quite hoarse and the redness became even more pronounced against the sickly pale of his complexion. His skin was burning hot, almost as if he had a strong fever once again.
"No, no. It just amuses me to know that I have the power to make the great Shikishima family's heir blush." Rinka teased, smiling in self-satisfaction, as if she was a fat cat with tuna.
He hmphed before his girlfriend leaned down to what seemed like giving him a kiss, but instead her lips landed right on the corner of his.
"I'm going to get back to you for that, Rinka." He warned with a grin, only getting an unconvinced hum in answer.
Once she was finished, the brunette girl grabbed the mirror that was placed behind her back. She hid it there because the blonde boy was constantly trying to sneak a look, ruining the surprise of it all. It would be much more fun if he saw the complete work and not the process, and she wanted to see the shock on his face.
She placed it face down on the blanket as he smirked and playfully narrowed his eyes at her, as if threatening her should the results be catastrophic.
"Hey! Don't look at me like that." She demanded, petulant. "Don't you trust in my artistic capabilities?"
"Yes, I have complete trust in your 'artistic capabilities'." His tone was nothing less of sarcastic, getting an eye roll from the girl.
She shoved his shoulders lightly before he was given the compact mirror to gaze upon the fruit of his girlfriend's labour.
"I feel like I am ready for a low-budget school production of Midsummer Night's Dream." He said with mild disgust, as he looks into the reflective glass.
Rinka had drew six quite tiny sunflowers, littered across his face three each side, to resemble a blush. While the drawing was well-made, and it certainly demanded skill, it was uneven and they did not compose well against each other.
"You say that like it's a bad thing, but I remember how much you liked working on the theatre production in the Fall last year." Rinka turned her body to pick one of the yellow daisies that grew on the edge of the plantation and placed it behind his ear to finish off the look. "Besides, I think you look cute in this Pan make-up."
The brunette handed him some wet wipes to take off the drawing off his face and started to pack up some of the paints when she felt something brush against the tip of her ear.
She gasped. "What was that?"
Her question is cut off by a hand slipping from behind her ear and finding its way onto her face, pulling her into a soft kiss.
She smiled into it, as she realises that he had placed a flower identical to his behind her ear. His lips were still hovering over hers when she pulled away.
"You can be such a dork, Shikishima." Rinka said, still slightly out of breath.
"Only for you." He countered.
His thumb soothed against her face for a moment before bringing her back in.