Tongue darted out to lick his lips where some of the substance had transferred onto his lips, humming happily; Concealed iris’ studied Fran’s shy actions, and what followed caused his body to tense.
Jaw dropped, face turning beet red as he grew increasing embarassed- And suddenly, a small line of blood began to draw from his nostrils. It was impossible to speak, and Fran had completely caught him off guard. The Prince was vaguely aware of the rolling blood coming from his nose, but he couldn’t help but continue to stare at Fran in utter shock at what he’d just said.
Never in a million years would he have thought the illusionist would say anything like that.
Fran inwardly smirked at that reaction, happy to see that his little joke worked. That is, until blood started to stream down from the prince’s nose, ‘causing him to stiffen and gawk at him in panic.
“W-wait– why is your nose bleeding…?"He sputtered, hands clenching onto the front of his shirt. "You’re the one who suggested it in the first place, senpai!” Okay, maybe he went a little too far with the teasing, but it’s not like he was expecting this reaction! He slid his hand downwards and took the tip of Bel’s tie, using it to wipe that bloodied nose. Geez, what a troublesome prince he was…
“It’s not a bad idea if you were gentle, though…” He mumbled between wipes, mirroring the older male’s blush. “You can be such a moron, senpai.”
(Source: lllussionist)
