“Hm…” Bel kept Fran close, only just hearing the other’s complaint of the temperature.
“Really?” Even though they were both wearing near enough the same amount of clothing- unless Fran was going commando-, he wasn’t anywhere near cold himself. Letting go of the illusionist’s hand, the Prince unbuttoned his jacket and slipped it off, then draping it around the smaller male’s shoulders.
“Better?” An arm then snaked around Fran’s petite frame, a smile on his face as he walked with him, “Tell the Prince when you want to go home and he’ll ring up for the car.“
”…?“ The tealette blinked when he felt Bel let go of his hand before he sighed, realizing just what the prince was about to do. "You’ll catch a cold, senpai.” He scolded, but leaned against him anyway.
His eyelids drooped gently as the two walked, appreciating the gentle atmosphere that surrounded them. It was rare for Bel and Fran to have quiet moments like these, especially when they were in the headquarters. To be honest, half of him wanted this date to end and another, didn’t.
A deal was a deal, though; it wasn’t just Bel who needed to control himself. At that thought, Fran rolled in his lips shyly, dismissing himself of any intentions of kissing the blonde immediately.
(Source: lllussionist)
