That would certainly take a lot of energy.
Then again, Georgio wasn't sweating at all, which seemed odd.
Still, Rocco shrugged it off.
No fever meant everything was fine.
That was what mattered.
As Rocco nodded his head contentedly, he noticed Georgio trembling slightly, his head lowered.
Was something wrong after all?
Just as Rocco started to fidget with worry, Georgio suddenly threw his head back and, with his face still flushed, yelled out.
"Ahhh! Master, you're such a tease! A little naughty devil!"
"What!? Wh-why? I didn't do anything teasing at all!"
Rocco spluttered in confusion.
They hadn't even held hands, let alone kissed or done anything remotely inappropriate.
What was Georgio going on about?
Georgio often threw around accusations like "tease" or "naughty," but Rocco could never keep up with his erratic emotions.
All he'd done was check for a fever!