“A suit.” Bel replied, “You should have one.“ He himself had plenty of suits- Being a Prince and all. Plus, he had to represent the Varia at various times and conferences, so suits were better than his uniform for those formal gatherings, although there weren’t many chances he got to wear them.
The walk to the cafe had been short, and the walk back was proving to be even shorter as they turned into the gated grounds, the blonde humming quietly.
"You said expensive, and that usually equates to high standards. So we have to look the part for the place I’m taking you to.” He could practically feel his wallet getting lighter by the second, thinking about how much Fran was actually milking this opportunity. Never again was he doing this.
A suit, huh?
Well, Bel had a point. If it was somewhere fancy, then he had to dress the part, right? He pursed his lips, trying to remember if his current (and only) suit was devoid of any holes or stains.
He shrugged it off, deciding that Bel would have to deal with whatever Fran had. After all, he can always ask the guy to buy him another one. At least, for today.
The illusionist started to feel a little guilty, though. As they walked, he would eye the senpai from time to time, looking just a little bit concerned, or at least, as much as his emotionless face could muster.
(Source: lllussionist)
