“Ah…” Bel began to eat once more, grin disppearing as he began to eat again; Was he really that mad at a nickname that wasn’t even that offensive? Leaning forward on the table, he chewed the meat in his mouth miserably, mood dampened…
And then he heard his full name.
A shiver leapt up his spine, teeth trapping the fork that was in his mouth as a hue of rouge covered his face. Remaining silent for a few moments, he composed himself before clearing his throat.
“You’re making it hard to not kiss you right here, right now, Fran.”
From afar, the young assassin looked unfazed and unaffected at the blonde’s reply. However, if one looked close enough, they could see a pink tint dusting across his cheeks as his eyebrows twitched; obviously flustered at how his name was emphasized in that sentence. Without looking up from his meal, the boy answered, “W-well, isn’t that great? It’ll help test your self control.”
He mentally cursed himself for stuttering and hoped Bel didn’t catch that. His pride was already kicked to the curb, and the prince teasing him about that would only be adding salt to an open wound.
“You’d have to wait until this date is over.”
(Source: lllussionist)
