“Fran doesn’t have to give the Prince one.” He replied, rolling his sleeves up before laying back on the grass this time, completely disregarding the fact that he could have used his coat to lay on.
“The Prince always wants kisses from Fran, so he didn’t think he’d have to give permission.” Pursing his lips, he spread his arms out amongst the tall-ish grass, fingers grasping the blades and tugging at them.
“So you don’t want one?” Fran said, eyeing Bel carefully as the prince got off the ‘mat’ and laid himself on the grass. The illusionist then shrugged, disappointed. “…If you say so.”
Seeing that no one was making use of Bel’s coat, he pulled it over to his side before unbuttoning his own and slipping it off his slim arms. He folded them up and set them aside, before he laid himself down on a patch of flowers nearby. He’d much rather lay here than on the itchy grass, to be honest.
The tealette breathed out a sigh and slowly closed his eyes, hands linking together as he rested them on his chest.
(Source: lllussionist)
