“I guess.” He agreed to walking the food off; Even though the blonde didn’t really need to. Fran was the one who had eaten several plates of food.
“Tell me if you get tired, the Prince will carry you.” He dipped his head, pressing lips to the top of teal locks before straightening up again; The walk continued in silence, a person crossing their path every so often, until he felt a gaze fall upon him.
“Hm?” Not looking back to his date, he shrugged, “It’s okay; The Prince is warm with Fran with him.“ Flashing white teeth, Bel grinned down at his other half; It disappeared quicker than it appeared though, stopping the both of them in their tracks.
"Oi, Fran… The Prince didn’t mean to make you cry today.”
The illusionist rolled his eyes. “No way, senpai. I’m not letting you carry me.” He’s had enough of being ‘princess'ed around, thank you very much. Besides, Fran has always been against the idea of him constantly depending on someone. It made him feel rather weak.
“Eh…?” Fran looked back up at Bel, a surprised look on his face. Just now… was that an apology or something? It was pretty indirect, but it definitely sounded like one to the young assassin. And again, he really hated this- the feeling of looking weak. Even though what the blonde said was true; he did cry, but that didn’t mean he wanted to remember looking pathetic in front of the prince.“
"I know. It’s fine, senpai.” Fran answered as he shook his head, a small frown on his face. “Can you… forget you ever saw that?”
(Source: lllussionist)
