Bel went through near enough the same routine, although his was a little quicker having known where his suits were; One similar to Fran’s was pulled out, jet black from head to toe, a blood red undershirt accompanied with the attire along with a sleek black tie.
He had finished dressing himself before Fran due to the lack of unorganisation in his wardrobe, and had only sorted out the crown that sat upon thick blonde hair before leaving and waiting by the door.
Was he nervous?
No, not really, it was just the prospect of having to see Fran in a suit that made him so; So immersed in his thoughts was the Prince, that he nearly missed the arrival of the requested limo. It was nothing flashy, but it was what Fran had wanted. Nodding to the driver ever so slightly, the driver smiled back, waiting at the doors of the vehicle so he could open them when the other guest arrived.
The kouhai walked down the hallway as he fumbled with his tie, occasionally tripping over his own foot as he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going. With one final tug, the tie aligned itself neatly on his outfit, much to the boy’s relief.
As he walked, Fran passed by one of the large mirrors in the Varia mansion, allowing him to catch a glimpse of himself. His eyes widen in surprise; since when was his face so red? Why hadn’t he noticed? Pale hands cup his heated cheeks, forcing it to die down. “Yuck.”
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He finally arrived at the front door and held his breath. This was kind of familiar wasn’t it? Just like when they had their first date, only, the frog had to bump into the door because he spaced out. His lips curl into a small smile at the memory, before he pushed the door open.
(Source: lllussionist)
