“Ushishi~ Where’d you go? I looked away for a second, and you’re gone…!” Bel finally reached the teal haired frog, and offered a hand. “I was worried about you~” He grabbed Fran’s hand forcefully and helped him up off the floor. He looked at Fran’s face, and grinned, an idea striking that nest called hair. Before Fran could question the prince, he pulled Fran into a kiss, a deep one, that lasted probably a minute, before he pulled away. “Ne, are you hungry, or thirsty~?” Bel started pecking Fran all over the face. Kissing his cheek, his nose, his lips, even his forehead.
Fran scoffed again, giving Bel a supposed-to-be-deadly glare. “Senpai, you were the one that suddenly disappeared, not me.” He stumbled upwards, interlacing his fingers with Belphegor’s. “..Sure. Where were you anyway? Flirting with some ladies with your fake royalty and mop hair?” Fran raised his eyebrows, trying not to show any jealousy in his voice. Before he could make any other witty remark, his breath literally got taken away by Belphegor. Sadly enough, the kiss wasn’t as long as he wished (although it wasn’t quite short, either), even though he was out of breath. Best kisser in the mafia, Fran would dare to say. “I suppose I can say I’m thirsty. Shoo, shoo, isn’t it a prince’s job to get the frog something to drink?”