The warmth left him when Fran moved himself back, the Prince’s grip now lost on him; A sigh before a yawn, then standing, the water level dropping ever so slightly.
Stepping out, he reached for a plush towel, wrapping it around his waist to leave it hanging off his hips; Another smaller towel was then draped over his head, a hand reaching out to hook the crown on a slim index finger.
“The Prince will wait for Fran in the other room; Take your time, Froggy.” He spoke as he padded out, the door quietly swinging shut behind him and clicking in place; Another sigh before he walked over to the bed, placing the crown down onto the thick sheets before rubbing the towel against blonde locks. His hair dried rather quickly, the strands curling naturally with ease and covering his eyes once more; It took merely a minute to dry the rest of his body and pull on a pair of loose boxers before sitting on the bed, picking up the crown and beginning to idly inspect it as he waited.
As soon as the blonde stepped out of the room, Fran let out the breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He sunk himself into the water, hugging his petite frame in his arms. Somehow he couldn’t help but feel a little exhausted. Both physically and emotionally. The events today proved to be quite the learning experience for the two, but there was only so much his body could take.
With a sigh, he heaved himself up and wrapped himself in a towel, wrapping the wooly cloth around him like a cocoon. As soon as he deemed himself dry enough, he pulled on those fitting shorts and that oversized shirt, enjoying that refreshing after-bath feeling. “I’m done…” He called out as he twisted the doorknob and stepped out of the door.
(Source: lllussionist)
