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drabble 2: golden flower

The sun filtered through light clouds, casting a soft glow on the flower field below. Trophy held his pink camera tightly, occasionally raising it to snap a photo. The variety of colorful flowers made for breathtaking photographs: a mosaic of vibrant petals. Cheesy trailed behind Trophy (Trophy definitely did not invite Cheesy to come but the latter chose to follow anyway), making lousy puns and lame jokes about flowers while slapping his knee.

Undeterred, Trophy sat on the grass. He held his pink camera, ready to capture the beauty of the flowers. Cheesy quickly sat beside Trophy, plucking a flower from the ground and twiddling the petals between his fingers.

"Hey, Trophy, what did the flower say after–" Cheesy began, his voice full of anticipation.

Trophy glared at Cheesy, who just let out a chuckle, unfazed.

"Okay, no more jokes, I get it."

Cheesy hummed, smiling, and quickly picked another flower, one with delicate white petals. Taking the smaller's cue, he leaned closer to Trophy, getting right up in his face as he raised a hand to gently caress Trophy's right handle. Trophy flinched, caught off guard but Cheesy was too focused to notice. Instead, Cheesy wrapped his hand around Trophy's handle, tying the stem of the white flower around it.

When Cheesy stepped back, Trophy found himself taken aback by the sweet gesture. He had trouble hiding the surprised look in his eyes, despite wanting to appear stoic. Cheesy was an annoying pain, yes, but that didn't stop Trophy from admiring him when he did things like this. As much as Trophy would hate to admit it out loud, he couldn't help but like Cheesy.

"Can.. I do some moree?" Cheesy asked, his expression hopeful as he turned to look at Trophy, enunciating the end of his words.

Trophy nodded slowly, sitting back comfortably on the grass, and Cheesy clambered into his lap. Cheesy began tying more flowers to Trophy's handles and before long, the award was adorned with a colorful assortment of blossoms, giving him an almost ethereal look. While the flowers were pretty, what Trophy found himself admiring the most was Cheesy.

Just like his bright and boisterous personality, Cheesy looked beautiful in that moment, lit up by the sun. Cheesy was still sitting on Trophy's lap, holding the latter's pink camera. As he marveled at the array of vibrant flowers wrapped around his handles, Trophy couldn't help but feel a sense of serenity wash over him. It was rare for him to be so relaxed and content, but Cheesy always had a way of bringing that out in him.

"Say cheese~!" Cheesy called out, slapping his knee with one hand and then snapping a photo of Trophy with his other. Once the photo was processed, he eagerly showed it to the award. Trophy admired the colorful, almost dreamy picture.

Trophy had never been the type to take pictures of himself. He was a creator, an artist who loved to capture the world around him, not be in the center of it. Yet here he was, surrounded by flowers, with Cheesy by his side. It was a scene that felt almost too perfect to be real.

Despite his doubts, Trophy found himself smiling, almost reluctantly, as he leaned in to kiss Cheesy. The comedian returned the kiss wholeheartedly, his attention still fixed on Trophy's camera.

After a moment, Cheesy pulled away, leaving the kiss unspoken but unbroken. He still held the camera, his fingers tapping away as he scrolled through the various settings.

Trophy watched him silently, his eyes fixed on Cheesy's face as the comedian fiddled with the camera, a small smile gracing his lips. He didn't mind Cheesy's fixation on the camera; in fact, he rather liked it. Cheesy was always full of energy and enthusiasm, and it was that enthusiasm that drew Trophy to him in the first place.

As the sun set lower in the sky, sending a warm glow over the flower field, Trophy realized that in that moment, he was perfectly content. Sitting there with Cheesy, surrounded by the beauty of the flowers, the world around them seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them in that small pocket of serenity.

Trophy closed his eyes, taking in the warmth of the sun on his face, the smell of the flowers, and the feeling of Cheesy's presence.