Belphegor already knew what he wanted, and had long since put down his menu- The look on Fran’s face was priceless, and the Prince was ready to explain anything he needed to… When the barrage of items were listed off to him.
Eyes quickly followed wherever Fran pointed, going paler and paler as he ordered more and more; Was that his wallet crying? Reluctantly, the male nodded, hand raising to wave over a waitor and begin ordering the requested food. A shocked look was on the waitor’s face, the man doing little to mask it as Bel ordered the plethora of food; The menus were then taken and the man shuffled off.
Couldn’t leave a Varia member hungry for too long now, could he?
“Do you like it here, then?” He asked after a moment of silence, leaning forward on the table; The lighting here was low, so it was hard to really distinguish one thing from the other, but when the blonde began to grin it was easy to tell that he was pleased by just being here with the illusionist.
Fran held back an impolite snort as he saw the look on the waiter’s face; even though the light was dim, he could see the sweat on his face as order came after order. After a few more, he watched the lean man scurry back to the kitchen with their orders.
At that question, his eyes examined the room, head leaning from left to right as he pursed his lips thoughtfully. This whole place just screamed ‘fancy’, and it was the last place Fran expected Bel would take him.
He hung his head and shuffled shyly in his seat. “It’s not bad…” The kouhai admitted in a quiet mumble. “…It’s pretty romantic.”
(Source: lllussionist)
