Bel had begun to smile when his hand was accepted, although he quickly reverted back to a blank expression as the comment was voiced; Still being sarcastic, huh? He answered with a shrug, idly playing with Fran’s fingers.
As his hand was gripped tighter, his actions ceased, gaze flicking up to the younger’s face.
“Hm? The Prince was never mad at you to begin with.” Belphegor hummed, starting to play with Fran’s fingers once more as he settled into a comfortable silence; To be honest he couldn’t care less about what happened earlier.
He was happy if Fran was.
“Liar.” He answered quickly, frowning at the male sitting before him. “If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have reacted that way."
Upset, he slumped on his seat and buried his face on the table, groaning in discomfort. He was seriously a screw up. Fran was starting to consider locking himself in the room and not coming out for days until he was properly rehabilitated. Good plan.
"Mmmnnh… Maybe I can kill myself and start over.” He muffled through the table, loosening his grip on the prince.
(Source: lllussionist)
