“Eh? Don’t compare the Prince to that peacock lover!” He snapped, frowning; However, the joking light that seemed to swim in the other’s hues made it known that he wasn’t being serious.
“Alright. The Prince will meet Fran in the Prince’s room.” Dipping his head, he returned the kiss that was given to him in the car, before turning on his heel and walking off; A shade of red had crept up onto his face as the realisation that Fran was going to be in his room hit him.
“Mm, I’ll see you there, then.” With a nod, the two parted ways down the hallway, Fran stretching and looking forward to that warm bath. As soon as he arrived in his room, he locked the door and sighed, having finally arrived in his own comfort zone. Somewhere in the corner, the frog hat stared at him with big, hypotizing eyes and Fran stared back with a frown. “What are you looking at?”
After a small staring contest with his hat, the illusionist made his way to the tiled bathroom and started his bath. It took him quite some time as the warm water in the bathtub was just right; making Fran just a little bit drowsy and wanting to fall asleep in the bathtub instead. In about fifteen minutes or so, he had finished freshening up and put on some night clothes- a pale green t-shirt that was a little too big for him and covered half of the black shorts he wore underneath. He yawned before turning on his heel to leave the room and shut the door with a quiet click.
(Source: lllussionist)
