Whining, he pouted as his cheeks were pinched, grip loosening completely from the illusionist’s collar, only to rest on his lap.
“The Prince is still the Prince, Froggy.” He grumbled, deciding to disregard that light insult that had been haphazardly thrown at him; It wasn’t that offensive, anyway, and at least Fran knew that he wanted attention.
“Franny looks more like a Princess.” He hummed, cheeks puffing out with air; Honestly, Fran looked adorable with that flower crown on, and the blonde was glad that he’d decided to show Fran his little discovery.
“Me? No way.” If he looked like a princess, that was another way of saying that he looked like a girl. And that didn’t cut out so well with Fran. He had heard that line one too many times. “…But thanks.”
Fran then turned his gaze to the side, examining the area once more. He took a deep breath and hummed. The atmosphere was perfect; calm and tranquil, it was a perfect place for– “Ah.” The kouhai perked up in sudden realization, looking back up at the blonde who sat by him. “Should we have a picnic here, then?”
(Source: lllussionist)
