Bel left Fran to his own devices, although at the point where he began to miss his mouth- Even hitting his cheek-, he’d had enough.
Picking up his own napkin, he leant over, beginning to clean the other’s face of the icey treat- He laughed quietly at the complete daze Fran had gotten himself into, making sure he never missed his mouth as he ate.
“Fran, the Prince loves you.” He whispered; He didn’t understand why Fran just wouldn’t listen. It was the blonde who owed Fran an apology, the tealette who should have been mad at Bel, not the other way round. Sitting back properly, he resumed eating his cake, waiting for Fran to snap out of it so they could actually have a conversation.
“Ah-”
The young illusionist instantly snapped out of his thoughts as his face was cleaned, mouth hanging slightly open when the blonde whispered something quietly.
His cheeks flushed at that bold declaration. Thin fingers clutched his teaspoon nervously as quivering lips opened to speak. “Y-you’re really an–"
Fran quickly slapped his mouth shut- preventing himself from finishing that almost-insult. That was close. The last thing he’d want is to have another loud argument at a fancy restaurant of all places. Sometimes he just wished he could sew his mouth shut…
(Source: lllussionist)
