Calming himself, the Prince shook his head.
“I’ve never liked anybody.” He shrugged, “Until you.“ Taking another bite of his meal- That was quickly being finished off- the blonde hummed in reply; He had guessed it was Fran’s first time doing something like that.
"Princess is so cute.” Bel couldn’t help but grin, pearly whites clearly visable through the dimly lit room.
“Don’t call me that.” The illusionist snapped, eyebrows knitting together in annoyance. He aggressively stabbed a fork into one of the small carrots on his plate and munched on it, taking out his frustration on the poor vegetable.
Wait a minute- since when had he become so emotionally vulnerable? Lately, the prince had been affecting his well-hidden emotions more often than usual, which is sort of a big deal for someone like Fran. In all honesty, Bel was already at the point where he could read the frog like an open book. Realizing this, the boy mentally sighed. Oh well. No turning back now. After all, this sort of thing was natural to lovers, wasn’t it?
Lovers…
“You’re such a troublesome boyfriend, Belphegor.” The illusionist spoke as e continued to eat his meal, lips curling into a small, good-humored smile.
(Source: lllussionist)
