“Work?” The blonde blinked as he accepted the jacket, although he wasn’t really all that cold; Even so, the piece of clothing was slipped back onto his torso, the assassin stretching out his arms above him before letting out a satisfied sigh.
“The Prince isn’t working tomorrow; He wanted the day off.” Even though he’d had several days off, he wasn’t too sure he felt like working; It meant getting up at a set time, having to read over briefs, having to travel.
He was just too lazy.
“If the Prince gets sick, will his Froggy look after him and feed him sushi?” Taking hold of the younger’s hand with his own, he began to tug him along; He guessed a few more minutes of walking wouldn’t hurt him.
He rolled his eyes at the prince’s carefree statement before entwining their fingers as they walked. “Moron. Sick people aren’t allowed to eat sushi.” Hopefully that serves as a motivation for Bel to be a little more careful.
Fran didn’t say anything about the ‘nursing the blonde back to health’ part, though. More like, he didn’t need to answer that question. It was most likely going to happen anyway whether he wanted to or not. The frog would be urged by either Lussuria or the long-haired captain to look after the childish royalty, tending to his every need without batting an eyelash.
Sigh.
That’s what it meant being in the Varia after all.
“I have a couple of missions tomorrow.” The kouhai informed him. “Unlike you, I need to get paid to keep myself alive.”
(Source: lllussionist)
