Bel studied Fran’s movements, his expressions, every little detail as the illusionist surveyed his surroundings with care. Waiting for an answer, the Prince shrugged off his coat and laid it on the flower filled ground, using it as a mat so he could sit down with legs crossed.
“Shishi! The Prince knew Fran would like it!” He exclaimed in response, continuing to laugh afterwards.
“So the Prince is forgiven now, then?" He hummed, head tilting; He hadn’t really expected Fran to like this, if he were honest, although the look on his love’s face said differently.
The younger male frowned as he looked over his shoulder, eyebrow raised at the blonde’s words. "I wasn’t mad to begin with, senpai. You can be such a worrywart.”
It was partly Fran’s fault as well, really. Bel wouldn’t have snapped like that if he hadn’t been so obnoxious with all his sarcastic replies.
With a sigh, he walked over to where the prince was seated and squatted down onto the makeshift mat, knees pulled close to his chest. “But if it helps, I forgive you, senpai. You should really tell me where we go, though. I get curious way too easily.”
(Source: lllussionist)
