Bel watched as Fran moved away from him, eyebrow raising and head tilting once again as the other hid himself by bringing his knees to his chest.
“Oi, Fr-” Jaw dropped as his face heated up- How many times was this today that Fran had been able to elicit this sort of reaction from the normally cool headed blonde?
“T-tch…” Bringing his own knees up to his chest, he rested his cheek on the tops of them and looked away from Fran, “Th-the Prince isn’t rough!” He was embarassed now, and seeing Fran like that? Who wouldn’t be? Ah, he had no idea what he was supposed to do…
Just as he planned. That reaction was precisely what Fran expected from the prince. Really, it was quite fun to see the guy fall right into his own hands, like he had the upper hand.
Bel’s guard was down. With that, he easily stretched his leg and kicked the water upward, splashing it at the blonde’s face.
“Take that, you moronic prince.”
(Source: lllussionist)
