The blonde carefully plucked the flower crown from on top of his head, laying it down with a strange delicacy before looking up at Fran- Now it was his turn to be surprised. He studied the illusionist’s body language, how he sat as if embarassed… And in return, Bel was being completely ignored.
Scowling, the Prince leant over and removed his crown from the confines of teal locks, putting it back onto his own head before gripping Fran’s face.
“… Oi, Fran… Pay attention to the Prince.” He growled, hands now on the younger’s collar as digits curled around it, pulling the other closer, “He’s getting lonely.”
Fran broke away from his trance and stared down onto the makeshift mat they were sitting on. He couldn’t bring himself to look at the prince in the face, especially after thinking something like that.
“You’re like a dog or something, senpai.” The kouhai grumbled, pinching Bel’s cheeks playfully. “Begging for attention all the time like that.” Soon enough, he let go of the other’s face and took the flower crown that he worked not-so-hard on- fiddled with it, readjusting it to make it just a little bit more sturdy.
Then, he settled it on his own head and sighed. “Now I’m the prince.”
(Source: lllussionist)
