An apology? Bel was about to ask why exactly Fran was sorry, but when he felt the sharp pain on the side of his face, optics snapped open; Slowly, the blonde began to scowl, teeth baring as they ground together in irritance.
“Kachi~ing… What was that for?” Honestly, Bel had thought he was behaving nicely- He hadn’t stabbed him (yet), hadn’t made the other cry, he’d even been as chivalrous to close his god damn eyes. Face reddened with anger as well as embarassment, he glared at the younger sat in front of him, restraining himself from slapping him right on back.
Fran blinked as the other scowled at him angrily. But he didn’t even bother reacting or answering the blonde’s question. Instead, he smiled. He was amused, happy, but most of all, relieved that Bel instantly snapped back to his usual self in a matter of seconds. That reaction was a special bonus.
The kouhai just sat there and laughed softly, teal locks slipping from his face. He quieted down after a while, before he noticed Bel’s hand twitching. Looks like he was dying to slap the frog back. With a good-humored sigh, the kouhai spoke quietly, “You don’t have to hold back… it’s fine.”
He shut his eyes tight and waited for that sting on his face that was about to come, his lips rolling in to stop himself from making any noise.
(Source: lllussionist)
