The Prince began to fiddle with Fran’s fingers, nails dragging over the back of the smaller hand although barely grazing the skin; He’d have to do this instead of stabbing. Plus, this didn’t hurt the Frog either, unless Fran was some sort of super sensitive freak of nature.
Got to stay nice…
“Hm?” Actions stopped as his partner spoke, a hum of thought leaving him, “If Fran wants to go, then the Prince will take him.“ Shifting closer once again, he leant over, head dipping to nuzzle the tealette’s neck.
"Yay.” He cheered in his usual boring monotone. Although his behavior and tone of voice made it quite unconvincing, the young male was pretty excited to someday return to that cafe. It was perfect; quaint, relaxing and not so crowded. Just the way Fran liked it.
…?
The illusionist turned his attention away from the changing surroundings to the blonde that nuzzled against his neck, pressing his lips together to stop himself from making any noise at that warm breathing against his neck. “Ah, senpai…?” Fran mumbled questioningly.
(Source: lllussionist)
