Bel waited for a few moments before standing again, having to guide Fran to his seat and sit him down; He tucked the chair in for Fran, leaning down… But then immediately pulling back.
Fran didn’t want the blonde to kiss him.
Moving back to his seat, he sat down, tilting his head as he looked over at Fran.
“You know, you’re really going to catch flies if your mouth stays open like that.” Reaching a hand over, slim fingers lingered their tips over plush lips before wandering down to Fran’s chin, pushing it up and closing his mouth.
“Oi, oi. Decide what you want to eat and drink, Fran.” Staring at the typed up menu, he inwardly wondered why the tealette was acting that way- Possibly because he hadn’t been expecting Belphegor to actually bow. Most of the people here were of that high calibre anyway, so that sort of behaviour was expected.
“Ah.” Fran blinked in surprise as his mouth was suddenly pushed closed before he turned his head side to side and looked around. Huh? Since when had he been sitting down…?
The teal-haired boy awkwardly scratched his cheek and picked up the menu, flipping through the thick cardboard pages. After a while, his face contorted into an uncomfortable expression. He flipped through more pages, until the look on his face resembled one who accidentally swallowed a bug.
He… wanted to order them all.
Of course, he knew very well to control himself, so he kindly decided to limit it to his favorites. “This.” He pointed out. “And this. And this. And this. And these two with this. And maybe a half dish of this. Aaaaand this.”
Satisfied with his order, he shut his copy of the menu closed and smiled contentedly at the blonde who sat across the other side of the table, the look on his face silently asking if he got all that.
Then, he opened his mouth again. “And orange juice, please.”
(Source: lllussionist)
