Blinking over at Fran- Who couldn’t see the notion through the curtain of hair, anyway-, he shrugged.
“The Prince didn’t bring any food, but we could always do it next time; Make a date out of it!” He liked the idea, but with the lack of food and preparation it was basically a lost cause. Moving his hands to grip Fran’s own, he lifted one of them to his lips, pressing the brims to the back of the smaller hand.
“The Prince promises to make a picnic for Fran next time we come here.”
The younger male pouted, opening his palms to press them onto the blonde’s cheeks hard and squished them together- making the prince look like he had a fish face. “Stop pampering me, senpai. I can make the food.”
Honestly, he liked the idea of being fussed around, but not to the point it that it seemed like he couldn’t do anything by himself. He wasn’t so much the lazy type as much as Bel.
“That’s a lot of promises to keep now, though.”
(Source: lllussionist)
