He let out an embarrassingly unmanly squeak, practically jumping in surprise.
Rocco found himself face-to-face with a pair of piercing amethyst eyes.
Sylas was staring down at him with such intensity that Rocco's gaze darted nervously around, unable to hold the contact for long.
Scary. Too scary. I can't look him in the eyes. Help…
"H-has something happened, Brother?"
Rocco's words came out jittery, his nerves painfully obvious.
Sylas's gaze lingered for another moment before he finally looked away and muttering something under his breath.
"…Precocious brat."
"Wha—!!"
Precocious brat?!
The words hit Rocco like a slap to the face.
Forgetting for a moment that this was Sylas—the stoic, protagonist-turned-antagonist—he puffed up indignantly, hopping in place and sputtering in protest.
"What do you mean, precocious?! That's my line!"