He wasn’t really after Fran’s thanks; All he wanted was for them to have a date where it didn’t end up with one of them getting pissed off.
The Prince sighed, about to begin to eat when he heard the loud coughing; Immediately standing, he hit Fran’s back as hard as he could, dislodging the piece of meat and making it so the illusionist could swallow it properly. Waitors rushed over, offering a tall glass of water as quickly as they could while the blonde crouched down next to the chair the tealette sat on, palm gently rubbing his boyfriend’s back in circular motions.
“Fran, are you okay?” He asked, shooing the waitors away as the setting returned back to normal, bar the blonde crouched down next to his date.
Eh-
…Huh?!
Before the younger male could even reach for his glass to drink some of the orange juice he had ordered earlier, suddenly a whole flurry of waiters rushed by him as if he had just fainted on the spot.
That wasn’t it, though? All he did was choke on a piece of mea– COUGH. Well, that rough hit on his back seemed to have worked. A quivering hand reached for the tall glass of water and he easily chugged it down in one go, sighing as he finished the whole glass.
“Aah…yeah…” Fran answered as he wiped some of the stray water droplets on his chin with the back of his hand. “Th…thanks…”
(Source: lllussionist)
