"Of course, Master has me, so everything's fine!" chirped Georgio, grinning mischievously. "Anyone foolish enough to mess with you will have to face me. I'll crush every last one of them, no problem!"
Ah, so it was Georgio after all.
If only he had approached normally, calling out instead of sneaking up like that.
Rocco sighed, shaking his head at Georgio's typically ominous demeanor.
Slowly, he released Ragar from his hug, twisted his body, and turned around to embrace Georgio head-on.
"Thanks, Georgio. But try not to go overboard with all that crushing, okay? If you ever got hurt… I'd be really sad."
Rocco's voice softened as his mind flashed back to the first time he met Georgio.
His brows drooped weakly, and his words trailed off.
When he had first seen Georgio, bloodied and broken, it hadn't stirred much in him beyond a vague sense of pity.