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Bel swallowed nervously. This was unexpected. Especially those tattoos. Though he had to admit, they did give Fran a nice touch. Realizing how long he’d been staring, he reluctantly tore his eyes away from the other male. “…”
Fran raised a brow at the other’s staring, but didn’t say a word, simply smirked a bit. It was obvious he didn’t mind the other’s staring in the slightest, or at least not at the current moment. When the other finally tore his gaze away, the ilusionist simply said, “I was hot” and shrugged a bit.
“Oh indeed you are…” Bel breathed, his gaze lingering on the toned chest of the man before him. He seemed so much more mature and just different. Wait, what was he doing? He bit his lip in an attempt to shut his rebelling mouth. He didn’t know how it happened, it just sort of slipped out.
“You look like you’re thinking too hard. Although that blush was kind of cute, I have to admit. Yeah, I saw that.” The illusionist straightened himself, and simply stared at the blonde, waiting for him to finish whatever assessment he was attempting to make. And he was indeed older, or at least older than the version of himself that the other was probably used to.
Bel lightly scoffed upon hearing what the frog said. “The Prince did not blush, the Prince merely…flushed from the heat for a second..” He cringed at how implausible that sounded. Even a child could see through that, he was sure his kids could see through that!
Mentally reprimanding himself for his slip-up, he swiftly changed the topic. “So it appears you have grown…how old are you, Froggy?”
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He chuckled again softly and set his book down after marking the page, and he stood, walking over towards the blonde. There was still a height difference, but not near as much of one anymore either. There was a slight bit of a playful gleam in his eyes as he stopped a few feet away from the flustered blonde, and he leaned forward towards the prince as he spoke. “It’s very obvious that you are.” Playful smile.
Bel stared into Fran’s teal eyes, still pondering what else was different.He slowly rubbed his chin and hummed. There was something different. Something he still couldn’t quite put a finger on. Fran’s eyes were pretty, real nice and sparkly. Wait why was he thinking that? He flushed a light shade of red and resumed his earlier posture.
Wait a minute. Since when was he able to look Fran directly in the eyes? Had Fran finally gotten a growth spurt? It was either that or- Come to think of it, his cheekbones did seem more pronounced, as did his shoulders. Was it possible, that Fran was…older?
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“Chehehe..” Fran chuckled a bit, another smirk gracing his features at the other’s reaction to him. This was actually kind of cute, he had to admit. He brushed a hand throw his hair, absentmindedly ruffling his teal locks and then letting them fall back across his face.
“Someone seems to be speechless at the moment. Cat got your tongue?”
Bel huffed and shut his jaw with a snap. “The Prince is merely surprised.” Bel refuted, clearly flustered. There was something off about this Fran, Bel couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was, but somehow he seemed a lot more…emotional.
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To say Bel was confused would be an understatement. A huge understatement. You could even call it a royal understatement. Here we have our favourite Prince, jaw slack, speechless at the sight before him. Fran. Or what seemed to be an older version of Fran atleast.
“Hi…”
Bel peered his head into Baine’s room, immediately spotting the small boy. A small smile adorned his face. He really hoped that Baine would like the present, he hadn’t ever put much thought into any other presents, so he was slightly excited. He walked over and knelt down next to the little Prince, “Baine, Happy Birthday.” He congratulated ruffling the smaller Prince’s head. “Daddy wants you to have this,” He began, taking something out from a purple velvet box. It was small and just fit inside of his hand. “Close your eyes now.” He placed a small silver crown onto the boys head and lightly poked his nose. “This will distinguish you from all the peasants. Wear it with pride.”
“Ushishi~ The Prince does not stalk anyone. Other than his prey of course~”
((You’re welcome~))
friendly reminder that Belphegor joined the Varia out of boredom.
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Bel held the creased note in his hands, his mouth turning up into a slight smile as he read over it. Was this what caring about something felt like? His chest was warm and a smile had automatically spread across his face, not a psychotic blood crazed smile but a normal one. It felt nice in some ways.
“You + me = coolest princes ever? Pfff.” He chuckled a bit before folding the note up neatly and placing it in his breast pocket. He’d keep that safe. Now to give Baine a big hug.
