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[princeofstorm]

Characters: Fran and Bel.
When: After this.
Where: Fran's room.
Rating: PG-13 for violence. These two together are a walking hazard.
Summary: Fran wakes up next to Bel. Hilarity and furniture shopping ensures.

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[supermistfrog]

Fran was a hard sleeper. For an illusionist that needed constant vigilance for his survival, what with living with psychopaths and all that, he slept hard. But here he didn't have to watch out for all that, now did he?

Well, the idiot prince was here, but Fran was smart enough not to give him of all people coordinates to the Devil's Nest, of course.

He could relax a little. This pillow was warm, very warm. Sure, maybe a bit hard in some places, but nice and big so that he could hold his entire body against it. Funny, he didn't remember illusioning one last night.

So he cuddled into it a little further. He didn't have to wake up for a while, and this pillow that cuddled him back was just being so warm and-

Wait, the pillow cuddles back?

He slowly opened his eyes a bit.

"...Ah?"

[princeofstorm]

Bel had grown up ignoring the ruckus that went on in the Varia's HQ most of the time. It was easy to ignore little and loud things. But when his pillow had spoke up, even just a little, Belphegor was quickly opening his eyes behind his hair.

For a brief moment, Belphegor was about ready to snap Fran's neck for playing a joke on him. Honestly, using his illusions to place a person in his bed deserved more than a simple snap of the neck. But, he figured he would cool down enough to perform the murder quick and leave. However, as he glanced down at the person he held in his arms, the thought of walking over to see Fran so he could murder him cut his job in half.

He could just simply murder Fran here.

With a murderous grin on his face, Belphegor tightened his grip on Fran's waist. "Na, Froggy, what are you doing in bed with the prince?"

[supermistfrog]

There's a small list of people and things that Fran would like to wake up next to. The idiot prince's voice was not one of them.

His eyes snapped open, and he realized he was face to face with Bel in all his glory. He assumed he was looking the other boy in the eyes, glad that he couldn't actually see them.

"...Bel? What are you doing in my bed?"

He quickly took back his arms from being wrapped around the prince's waist, and held them firmly at his sides. Suddenly he was glad that casting the illusion of night before he went to sleep meant he wore the Hell Ring to bed. He was a little more confident for his survival.

"How did you get in here, perverted prince?"

[princeofstorm]

Belphegor didn't release Fran just yet; still trying to decide if he should murder the frog now or later. But as Fran spoke, and Bel confirmed it, he wasn't in his bed at all. Now the question remained of how he got here--

Oh. Right.

Finally pulling his hands away, Belphegor sat up. He thought about telling Fran the truth. But, where was the fun in that? With a light grin, Belphegor leaned against the headboard. "Ushishishi~ You told the prince to come here, stupid frog." Belphegor lied. After all, he still wanted revenge for earlier.

"If anyone is the pervert, it's you toad. It was gross. After I threatened to skewer you, you told me to sleep in the same bed and you would stop. But I'm going to cut you anyway, annoying frog." Belphegor tilted his head. "After we find some furniture."