“O-of course; The Prince is okay with Fran sleeping in his bed.” Bel grinned, hands slipping into his pockets as the tealette moved back, a sleek, black car pulling up next to them; Ah, the car.
“The Prince just doesn’t want Fran to be upset, that’s all.” He grumbled, opening the car door and allowing Fran to go in first- He could feel the heat from the car warming him, waiting for his other half to enter the car before climbing in after him.
Before he entered the car, Fran raised an eyebrow at the blonde. “If it were you back then, you’d probably be having the time of your life everytime I was upset.” He placed a quick kiss on his cheek and added, “I’d usually get back at you after, though.”
Without another word, he stepped into the vehicle and sat himself on the other side, sticking his forehead onto the cool surface of the window. Their date had been going great so far. Their was a small part of him that was worried, however.
Anything could happen between them within a span of ten minutes.
(Source: lllussionist)
