He always wondered what went through the man's mind when he wasn't considering killing someone.

Does he even think outside that box…?

A simply question would have to be asked, that's all. Just for small talk. To know if he was really thought of as more than a thing or as a person.

"Sempai?"

The man on the couch didn't reply, watching the television lazily.
Like a sloth. The boy could understand why the prince was always called this; he sure did not have any inspiration to stand the fuck up…

"Sempai," he repeated himself, leaning on the back of the sofa his 'prince' sat on, holding his large black frog hat in his hands, messing with the large eyes.
So stupid…

"What?" Belphegor hissed, obviously growing annoyed at the interruption the other was causing. He didn't look up, just flipped again.
Disney.
Nick.
Logo.
MTV.

God is anything fucking on?!

Random question time, I guess…

"Do you like me?"

There was sudden silent in the air.
No.
Not like nobody is talking silence. There was blaring TV comedy news on now, telling them boring American news neither of them cared about.
No.
It was that kinda silence.
The one that feels uncomfortable.
The one that feels nervous.
The one that could have been avoided.

Fran didn't mean it as "Do you like me gay?" do you like me.
Just a simply "Do you like me?"
Am I more than a scratching post for your knives?
Do I actually have a name, a face, a mind?

Feelings.
No cross feelings.

No feelings!

Perphaps he shouldn't have asked that question.
Now he felt all weird for asking. All asshole-like!

Just turn and walk away…
Let him think it over. Act like it was a joke-

The 'froggy' froze completely. Even his breathing was put on hold.
Something pushed against his lips. Warm breathing on his face from someone else. Moisture from someone else's lips on his.

A kiss.
A first kiss.

His muscles tightened up as Fran was kissed. He closed his eyes softly, drinking in the moment as much as he could.
It wasn't going to last long… He was certain it wouldn't.

And it didn't.
The lip lock ended-a soft peak happened afterwards-but it was done.

He blinked his eyes open. Heat rose to his face as he touched his lips.
A touch of cherry licked over them now.

What the fuck…?

"Does that answer your question?" came a mumbled, nervous voice. It was still grumbling, growled. But seemed happier.
Maybe?
Seemed shyer than what he was used to.
Maybe?

"Y-yes sempai," Fran stuttered, holding his head low to let his bluish-green bangs fall over his pink face. He licked at his lips, tasting the cherry tint his prince had given him.

"Thank you."

"Whatever. Leave me alone. The prince wants to watch TV."

"Yes, your highness."

Belphegor glanced over the back of sofa as he heard footsteps leaving.
Watched the back of Fran's jacket turn a corner.

Then ran his flustered crimson face into a pillow.

Why the fuck did I do that?!