A light shade of red dusted over his face as Fran realised what he was on about, humming uncomfortably. He once again went silent, the vibration sounds of the windows being the only sound he could hear until the gust of wind hit him- Hands went up to his face again until the window closed, nimble fingers fixing the blonde curls.
“Eh?” The Prince’s head turned to look at his date; Ah… He wanted to kiss him again.
“What does Fran want to do after he eats?” Bel may as well make plans ahead of time- That way he wouldn’t be doing things last minute, and he’d know what torture Fran was going to put him through beforehand so he could brace himself for it.
Fran’s gaze went down to the prince’s hands, ones which where gripping tightly onto the seat. Ah… so he was controlling himself. His expression softened before he moved closer and placed a small kiss on Bel’s cheeks, then moved away as soon as he did.
“A-aaah… after we eat, you say?” It was a desperate subject change. “Maybe after we can take a walk, or… ” Wait. Where do people even go after dates, anyway…? Didn’t they go home right away?
He tapped a finger lightly on his chin and frowned, unsure on how to answer Bel’s question.
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