Ah, he was about to insult the blonde…
And after a declaration like that- That was another thing to add onto his ‘what not to do in public’ list. He may as well not go out with Fran at all.
Beginning to eat the cake again, he ate slowly, elbow resting on the table with his hand propping up his head. It wasn’t like he was trying to wind Fran up- There was a time and a place, and now wasn’t one of them.
Sitting up properly, he fixed the crown atop of his head with his now free hand, eyes glued to the confectionary on his plate.
It came back. That awkward atmosphere. The teal haired boy watched the older assassin fall silent as he ate. The two said absolutely nothing to each other.
Fran knew. Fran understood what that look meant; Bel gave up. The blonde wasn’t going to say things like that anymore. No matter how sweet, how pleasing it was to hear… no matter how much it made the young illusionist happy, he wasn’t going to attempt saying it again after that insult that almost slipped past his lips.
Again. It was happening again.
No. He didn’t dare stand up and leave. Even if he wanted to, he anchored himself down and forced himself to eat his dessert stiffly. He didn’t want the same events to happen again. He had to stay, or everything will just repeat itself.
He shook violently on his seat, almost as if the temperature dropped to one of the worst winters in Alaska. His small frame almost looked like it would break from all that quivering. He force himself to eat his dessert, even when something started dripping from his face.
(Source: lllussionist)
