The Prince leant over the tub, expression blank as he kept an eye on the water level, using his free hand to alternate between the taps and occasionally dip into the water to test the temperature.
The bath was large, and could easily fit two people in there- Heck, Bel had even slept in the bath after an argument with one member in particular of the Varia, and had to sleep somewhere with a secure lock.
Eventually, the bath filled, and the blonde stood straight, fingers hesitantly moving up to his hair, where he removed the crown and set it on a table that looked specifically meant for the adornment; Bel turned to look over at Fran.
“Come on.”
He supposed he didn’t have a choice. The kouhai might’ve taken that joke a little too far, but this was seriously pushing it. Nodding reluctantly, he slipped off the counter and landed his feet onto the tiled floor and proceeded to lift his shirt.
That is, until he stopped midway up his body when practically felt that intense stare down his body, causing shivers to run down his spine. He looked over his shoulder and sure enough, the prince was there. Although eyes unseen, the illusionist knew just where the guy was staring. Shyly, he shifted in his spot and murmured, “…D-don’t look.”
(Source: lllussionist)
