“If it’s possible, the Prince will get one for Froggy.” He muttered in reply, allowing the younger to move their arms; He had no idea what to do now, absolutely none. If it was up to him, he’d sit somewhere quiet and just lie there, the other in his arms and pulled close.
But Bel doubted he’d have the patience for it.
“Does… Does Fran miss his life away from the Varia?”
“Huh?” The illusionist stopped swinging their arms at that question, the expression on his face changing into one that looked quite confused before it dropped into a sad one.
“…Sometimes.”
He’d admit, he missed not having to deal with missions or with any eardrum-shattering sharks. Not to mention all those objects that flew right at his head… he could live well without those, thank you very much. “Why do you ask?”
(Source: lllussionist)
