“The Prince is a free spirit.” The statement was followed by a quiet laugh, a kiss pressed to Fran’s cheek; It was nice to sit here like this. They had privacy, comfort, and Bel could hug and kiss Fran whenever he wanted.
Suspicion and uncomfort levels rose, however, when he spied the smirk; Face flared up in a dark blush once again, looking away from the younger as he thought on it.
“… If Fran wants to, then the Prince will bathe with him.”
Well, to be honest Fran was definitely not expecting that reply. Teal eyes grew wide as his face heated up into an adorable blush, head quickly turning away to avoid being seen. The illusionist didn’t say anything else. He just sat there; flustered, stiff… and maybe even embarrassed.
“…Really?” He murmured a few moments later, head still hung low and face as red as ever. His pink-taunted lips quivered as he tried to find the strength to speak, but ended up with none. He squirmed uncomfortably between the Prince’s legs and twiddled two fingers together, waiting for an answer from the blonde.
(Source: lllussionist)
