“Shishi… The Prince doesn’t hide anything underneath his bed.” Bel stated, moving over to where the illusionist fell and leaning down; Hooking his arms underneath Fran’s, he pulled the younger up, an amused grin on his face.
“If Fran wants a wash cloth he can get one himself.” Moving to seat himself on the middle of his bed, gaze fixed on the tealette; An extremity moved to grip Fran’s hand, tugging at it a little in an urge to get Fran to sit with him.
“Froggy looks cute in his night wear.”
The illusionist huffed as he was lifted up, puffing his cheeks in a childish manner. “You said you’d get me one, though.” He retorted before adding, “…Ah. You actually disobeyed this time, senpai.”
He crawled over to the blonde and sat between his legs, stretching his own pale ones in front of his. The chocolate marking was still there, but he didn’t feel like standing up to clean it yet. “Thanks for the compliment.” Fran murmured sarcastically while rolling his eyes.
“Did you take a bath?”
(Source: lllussionist)
