“The Prince wouldn’t lie to the one he loves.” Bel snapped, cutting in quickly, although it didn’t stop Fran from becoming upset once more. The Prince expelled a sigh from thin tiers, plucking his hand away from the illusionists as a waitor walked over, placing several plates on the table; A few had to go around where his date’s head was resting, the employee not wanting to anger anybody.
He left as quickly as he had appeared, dress shoes clacking against the tiled floor as he walked away quickly, leaving Bel to begin to eat the red treat in front of him.
“Dessert.” He muttered, a hand reaching out so he could tap on Fran’s head.
“Mmf…” He lazily lifted his head from the table and frowned. “Thank you…"
Fran then proceeded to idly eat his ice cream. From the outside, it looked like he was spacing out. However, this was not the case as his mind was too busy thinking of a hundred different things as once. He was so immersed in his thoughts that he was starting to make a mess on his own face; occasionally missing his mouth completely and bumping the spoon against his cheek instead.
There was a huge cloud of doubt looming over him. Will this really turn out as planned? Will they actually make up at the end of the day? Did he leave the sink running back home?
Aaah, too many thoughts at once…
(Source: lllussionist)
