He was getting nothing- No answers, not even an insult. Had he done something wrong? He couldn’t see Fran, and he didn’t dare open his eyes- Maybe he should. Would Fran really do anything once he saw his eyes? He was part of the Varia now, afterall, although that wasn’t usually a deal breaker…
Sighing, he moved to stand, hands gripping the sides although he didn’t move.
“The Prince will get out.”
That got his attention.
“…!” He snapped his body around to look at the blonde even though his face was still as red as it could possibly be, a pitiful and pleading look on his face. One that looked like he didn’t want Bel to leave.
But it didn’t look like the prince was going to listen to that look, let alone even see it. His eyes were closed. Fran’s mouth drooped into a disappointed frown as he turned back around, pulling his knees close to himself. “Fine…” He answered in a shaky voice. “Do what you want.”
(Source: lllussionist)
