“The Prince won’t need a thing.“ He hissed, following, although breaking off at a completely different pace and direction- Oh, he was mad. There was no way he’d let this one slide, not a chance.
For the rest of the night, Bel sat in the living room, not daring to go upset lest he run into Fran and cut the younger into pieces.
"Oof.” Fran flopped onto his bed, his face sinking into his soft downy pillow. Well, that turned out great. Everything had been going well until Bel popped that question. Their day might’ve gone out perfectly if…
“Uuuuuuuuugh.” The illusionist groaned into his pillow, repeatedly calling a certain blonde prince a wave of insults. Stupid senpai. He just had to ruin their day, huh?
Although… it might as well have been my fault as well…
(Source: lllussionist)
