“Eh? Who said that?” Unbelievable; The Prince would eat anything he wanted to if he was ill. But he hadn’t heard any rejections to looking after him- A wide grin that revealed pearly whites appeared on his face, the blonde pulling Fran closer.
“The Prince loves Fran!” He exclaimed suddenly, letting go of the illusionist’s hand and using the arm to wrap around the small body. The blonde kept him close, heart thudding against his chest at the utter happiness that only Fran could give him.
“Froggy, skip work tomorrow and lie with the Prince. He needs something to hug.” The request came out as a whine, head dipping so he could nuzzle the top of teal locks, “Stay with the Pri~ince…" In all honesty, whenever the Frog was gone now, Bel missed him; There was always that sickly feeling in his stomach, what others would call butterflies swarming in his chest… And then, when the illusionist would finally get back, Bel would feel fine again even though his heart would be begging him to leap out of his chest.
He didn’t want Fran to go tomorrow.
“The Prince loves Fran!”
“Eh? What’re you– ah-!” He stumbled on his feet as he was pulled towards the blonde, shoes skidding against the platform roughly. The blood rushed to his face as he was kept close against Bel’s body, quite shocked at the older male’s actions.
…
Fran gawked at him. “Haah? Skip work?” It wasn’t a bad idea, to be quite honest. Anyone would much prefer a day off rather than tiring themselves out with missions. Unfortunately, the tealette’s food budget was running a little low this month…
“Senpaaaai.” He drawled in his usual monotone, “I’d love to stay home and do nothing all day, but I need to able to feed myself, you know.”
(Source: lllussionist)
