He wouldn’t say stuff like that in public- Not again. He couldn’t upset the other anymore than he had done.
The Prince finished off the small slice of cake, looking up and tensing when he saw the sight- Fran was crying again.
Shit, shit, shit…
Glancing around the restaurant as he panicked inwardly, Bel slid from his chair and moved to crouch down next to the tealette; Fingers snatched up one of the cloth napkins from the table, beginning to dab at the smooth skinned face to rid it of the tears that ran down.
“Oi, Fran… Are you okay? Do you want to leave?” The blonde’s questions were rushed, voice kept quiet so to not attract any attention- They were near enough out of view, though, the lighting too dim to really see anything.
His free hand rested on Fran’s upper leg, noticing the trembling that he had not been visably able to see.
“Did I upset you? I won’t say it again if you don’t want me to.”
Anything Fran did only seemed to make things worse for the two. As Bel approached him, he chanted something to himself.
Don’t react… don’t react…
However, the more he forced himself, the more it proved to be difficult for him as he shook even more violently than before. To reassure the blonde, he urged out a smile and waved his hands defensively as he cracked out in a cheery voice, “No, no. Th-the ice cream just tastes really great, that’s all! The best I’ve had in a while! Ahaha…” What a lie. Unfortunately, that’s all he could come up with at the moment and it didn’t really help that the tears wouldn’t stop.
(Source: lllussionist)
