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It was the Final round for the Manor's sports championship. At the same time, it was also the Art and Music festival's final round too. However, only one can win obviously, so the contestants, all ready for their respective categories of choice, and of course, ready to compete through the final rounds.
"So, How are you feeling Joseph? Are you ready to take on the finals? Or maybe......" Mary asked while grooming her 'beloved' nails.
"What are you thinking of Mary? i swear to god i'd love to kick your head on that football field." Joseph replied while Mary sat down over there, looking shocked.
"Well, well, Joseph what's making you in such a bad mood! You might loose the finals if you bring this absurd attitude you might flop this round!"
But, instead of answering, Joseph stood there deeply thinking. until, "is it about Claude agai-" Suddenly, Joseph pointed his sword to Mary's neck. Mary was all shocked and afraid of what would happen to her until,
"Hey, nobody told me about Mary finally being the Football!" Well if it isn't Galatea who seems to have finished her chess match and won. "Anyways, What's happening?"
Joseph sighed and lowered the sword, and sat on the chair. "well. Sorry about that Mary, it's just been so stressful thinking of that day whenever i fence."
"Well, Joseph. I'm sure Claude would've been proud of you even if he's not here personally, i'm sure he's cheering on you right now, even if he's bedridden."
Mary stood up and walked out of the room elegantly, signaling Galatea to come with her."Tia, come here, we'll discuss some matters" And after that, Joseph was in the room alone.
Knock. knock. "come in" was all Joseph said. and what came out of the door was highly expected.
"Hey, Hoeseph- mind if i steal your hairbrush?" it was Edgar Valden. The heir to the Valdens. Nobody can outrun such an elegantly noble artistic aristocrat like him.
"yeah sure" Joseph replied. "Joseph. God you're acting too bland! Anyways, anything wrong? You've gone mental? or Nah?" Edgar asked.
"Nothing. it's all nothing now shut up and brush that golden locks of yours and get out" "sheesh, so rude? i just came by to brush my hair and wish you luck." Edgar said.
Brushing his golden locks, Joseph was staring at him and then, "Goodluck to you too Edgar. Hopefully you don't spill yellow paint on your paintings once again"
"pfft- i Surely won't" Edgar said filled with too much pride. Both of them seemed like they're okay with eachother's company until,
"Hey hey hey fencing competitor, your turn oh, Edgar! you're here? Well perfect it's also time for you to go!" Margaretha said holding her breath. and left.
"Anyways Hey Edgar, wanna meet eachother again on the congratulations party?" Joseph asked. "Hm? Let me see, m a y b e~" Edgar chuckled and left.
Joseph however sighed and left too.
It hasn't even been a second after Joseph left, he suddenly hears loud footsteps. And then suddenly, a pair of arms came from behind and hugged him. "Goodluck Dumbass" it was Edgar. And Joseph replied with a smile, "You too Shortass"
"HEY- WHO ARE YOU CALLING SHORTASS!" Edgar pouted. "Fine, Fine, i'll be going now" Edgar said as he stomped away- Joseph thinks Edgar's cuter whenever he's angry, but for now. We gotta focus on decoding i mean- The Finals.
While the fencing category was ongoing, Edgar was having a severe artblock. Not to mention, on the wrong time too. He was going to run out of time with the paintbrush on his hands, staring onto the blank canvas filled with nothing. Edgar sighed and dipped his paintbrush into some bright yellow paint. staring onto the blank canvas, He still didn't know what to paint. "Stupid Edgar. Why did you dip your brush in pain—" a sudden bump from behind him, and the canvas, now painted with a yellow splotch. Edgar turned to see the culprit with a seriously annoyed face. "WHooPs! Sorry Eddie!" Tracy said, carrying her box of robot scraps from behind. "Ugh. You should've been careful!" Edgar said and sighed to look at his once-blank canvas with one diagonal line on the middle. "Now WHAT am i going to do with THIS?! ugh. Stupid Edgar, you should've not chose Yellow!"
Yellow.... Edgar thought of it again. What if.... Edgar began to pick up his brush and mix up paints. Brushes swirling onto the paint palettes just like how imagination swirls into your brain, Just the way Edgar sways his brush elegantly attracts people into how beautiful his works will be, Watching Edgar paint was what everyone awaited for. But Edgar never liked being watched so therefore he would always signal them to shoo away from him whenever he knew. Therefore, only afew knew how he paints. The brush swaying, the colors bright and vibrant, rich colors, all a combination of pigmented, pastel and metallic, A beautiful, elegant portrait of somebody stood infront of Edgar. Despite the canvas being once accidentally painted with a yellow line, It has been the cause of the magnificent portrait that stood amidst the others.
"Woah! Edgar! Th-that was amazing! i never knew a simple line can make such an amazing portrait!" Tracy gasped. Admiring every angle of the portrait. "Well if it wasn't for your stupid accident this wouldn't been made!" Edgar said as he grabbed the canvas and placed it on a golden frame. Edgar gave in a small smile which is rarely seen in Edgar's face. "Woooaaaahhh! What's that Ed?!" Galatea gasped from afar, she quickly rushed her wheelchair to examine the portrait. "The pigments..... They're so rich and opaque! The way the Pastel Colors don't clash with the bright ones! Ed this... is Amazing! But..... Why did you paint Joseph?" Edgar stared at Galatea as if he didn't realize what he had painted. "J-Josep—" Edgar turned around to see a well-painted, and beautiful painting of Joseph. Drewn by none other than Himself. "Joseph.... Nah why would i paint that nincompoop?! That's clearly Claude!" Edgar said. "Oh! Now that you mention it.... He does look abit like Claude...." Galatea said as both had an awkward tone into each sentence they spoke.
"Ah, Valdie you done?" Margaretha asked. "Yeah. Duh. Can't you see?" Edgar replied. "Ah! Okay then we'll be taking that and.... Please wait for the results!" Margaretha said picking up the golden-framed canvas, and walking out. "So.... See ya later Ed! Hope you win this round!" Galatea said as she scooted away on her lovely wheelchair. Edgar walked out of the halls and visited the newspaper stand. "Hey, Dimwit. Mind if you lend me a sheet of newspaper?" Edgar demanded the blonde person in-charge of the stand. Victor passed the newspaper sheet and a note, 'Aren't you gonna watch the fencing finals?' Victor signed. Edgar just rolled his eyes and looked at Victor like as if he even cared. Victor just stared at Edgar back like he was doing an illegal thing. Afterwards, Luca came in and then Edgar suddenly stood up and walked away to watch the fencing finals. "Okay, Fine Dimwits see ya" Edgar said, elegantly walking away. "What the heck is wrong with him?" Luca asked Victor. Victor just responded with 'Love'
In the middle of the Épée finals, Joseph, all sweaty, with 10 points by 6 so far. It was already the last minute. No time to loose, he has to finish this and win. And so on, and so forth, Joseph continued and as he reached the 13th point, He still haven't realized Edgar swooping in, yet. So Just as Edgar sat in the front row beside Michiko and Norton, Edgar watched the whole last-minute match. And Joseph scored 14! The crowd cheered including Edgar. Joseph, heard Edgar and looked at the audience and smiled even if nobody can't even see him underneath his mask. Just one more point Joseph, and it's over.
Edgar continued cheering for Joseph with such words of hatred? somehow like for example "Hoeseph You can do it you shitty dumbass". "Psst- Edgar-" Norton called.
"What?" Edgar asked.
"Would you stop screaming? it's too annoying" Norton said.
"tch. You know what's more annoying?"
"What?"
"Seeing you and talking to you" Edgar shot back quick.
"rude." Norton said as he stood up and walked to seat somewhere else.
A tap on the shoulder was felt by Edgar. "Excuse me, Valden right? Here for the match?" it was Michiko "mhm. Just going to support my friend." Edgar replied. "Tell me, How did you two meet?"
"well.. we're actually childhood friends... we grew together.. Go to school together... Study... Together... You know, His dreams were rather different than what he is today, he used to dream about being a photographer! And i gotta admit that ass-shit Hoeseph's actually good at photography. Until fencing came and he suddenly decided to continue fencing instead."
"interesting...... Do you love Joseph?" Michiko asked. "Him?! Tch of course Not why woul-" "ANDDDDDDD THAT'S 15 POINTS FOR DESAULNIER" Edgar got scared for a second to turn around and see Joseph. It was just like time slowed down for abit just as Edgar jolted up from his seat and ran to embrace Joseph. "Hoeseph i can't believe you fucking did it you nincompoop! You Fucking dumbass ugly shit." Edgar felt like he would tear up but happily..... Sadly this was all in Joseph's mind.
It was the night of the celebration party. "Hey, Nincompoop" it was Edgar. And Joseph actually never expected him to appear. "What? Didn't believe that i would come?" Edgar said as he joined Joseph on the balcony. "Care for some Golden Curveé wine?" Joseph invited Edgar to drink. "why, yes thank you" Edgar replied as he sipped the elegant, golden wine. "Edgar," Joseph started to be replied by a simple soft "hm?" by Edgar. "How was your painting competition?" The moment these words got into Edgar's ears he laughed his ass out. "You daresay asked how was the competition?! Well obviously i won!" "As always....." Joseph sighed.
"Hey, Look at how wonderul the night sky looks..... isn't it beautiful?" Edgar asked, just to hear a chuckle from Joseph.
"it's just as beautiful as your face Edgar".
"EH?! Joseph, are you—
Joseph leaned over and gave Edgar a slight peck on the cheek. Edgar blushed alot. When i say alot, literally, ALOT Like a tomato. Just as Edgar gave a sigh, Mary swooped in, "Guys! it's almost time for—" "Okay Okay Mary we know just give us a couple of minutes now shoo shoo out" the Drunk Joseph said.
Mary did as what she said. leaving them with the words of "hmph. Fine. Enjoy your date" and walked out elegantly as always.
"Hey Edgar." Joseph called. He was so drunk he even finished Edgar's glass for him. "What is it stupid drunkard?"
"Love you and i always did" Edgar blushed even more from these words. It is to be believed Edgar was speechless for a few minutes until he simply replied with "Well... Me too dumbass." Therefore, after partying for the whole night, Edgar had to stay in Joseph's place due to Joseph living alone for now while Claude is in the hospital. And also who else would take care of this stupid drunk dumbass? Edgar. And only Edgar. Right after Edgar cleaned up Joseph and tucked him to bed, he kissed his forehead and cuddled him to sleep whispering "Love you too dumbass" and they both slept together into deep slumber in a day of golden dreams that came true.