An unsure hum left the back of the blonde’s throat at the reply, the car stopping as he did so- Ah, he hadn’t realised where he was due to the lack of sight.
“Fran…” The dampening of his shirt gave him the answer to the question he’d wanted to ask- The tealette was crying. The door opened, the sound of the locks and cold air drifting inside the car giving him the impression; It made Bel open his eyes.
“The Prince had to open his eyes, but he can carry Fran if he wants.” Arms moved to wrap tightly around the male, whose face was hidden from sight, fingers drumming against the back of the illusionist’s head.
He shook his head and declined the offer. “I’ll be fine. I have feet, you know.” Fran moved away and rubbed the remaining tears with the back of his hand, then slapped both his cheeks trying to get himself together.
“All better now.” He hummed in a sort of cheerful tone. Although his nose was still red and his eyes a little puffy, the illusionist was actually pretty giddy. He easily crawled over and stepped out the vehicle then turned to wait for the blonde.
“Don’t forget my hot chocolate, senpai.”
(Source: lllussionist)
