“Well, you did inhale that food.” Bel hummed, a frown on his face at the lack of words coming from Fran- He wanted to speak, but the sudden look of sadness on the illusionist’s face put him into a silent panic.
“Oi, Fran.” He leant forward, a lone hand reaching across the table and offering itself to the illusionist- This wasn’t breaking the rules, right? Holding hands wasn’t too bad, and it was only for a minute.
That’s all he wanted.
“I buy you food and you’re upset?”
Fran took the hand in his own, intertwining their fingers slowly as he forced a smirk. “So what, ‘food is literally your fuel to happiness’ is what you’re thinking? Pffft…”
…
Honestly, he was already pushing it. He upset the blonde a while back, and now he’s being treated to anything he asked for. If anything, Bel shouldn’t even be talking to him right now. Stupid automatic snark responses. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
He gripped that hand tighter. “Hey, senpai…” He started, voice a little weary. “…are you, maybe… still mad at me for earlier?”
(Source: lllussionist)
