Bel had fallen back onto his bed, giving up with the jacket and closing his eyes; He heard a door open, and the familiar monotone of his partner before footsteps joined the voice.
He decided to stay in his position, silent and relaxed, until he heard the hiss of pain; He jolted up, eyes wide and ready to fuss over Fran when he saw that moustache shaped milk mark on his face.
“Shishi… Oi, Fran…” Plucking the mug from the tealette’s hands before putting it back onto the bedside table, he wrapped his arms around the younger’s waist, eyes closing as his face nuzzled into his chest, “Fran is too cute.“ The statement was muffled by the material of Fran’s shirt, fingers drumming against Fran’s back as he continued to cling onto the male.
"WAH–?!” Fran literally jumped out of his skin as Bel jolted up, making the frog spill a little of the hot chocolate onto the carpeted floor and a few drops on his pale legs. Wasn’t the guy asleep?!
Before he could say anything however, the blonde giggles and put back the mug where it had been and wrapped his arms around the kouhai. This earned him a frustrated pout from Fran along with a quiet grumble, “You scared me, senpai.” Despite that upset tone, he easily returned the hug, leaning his weight against the prince. “My legs are going to be covered with ants the next morning, senpaaaai. This is all your fault.”
Unfortunately, the poor frog still hasn’t noticed the strange mark on his face…
(Source: lllussionist)
