"Nibbled on your tongue? Pfft—what's that, so cute."
"Don't laugh!!"
Laxus, despite looking apologetic, couldn't suppress his amused chuckle.
But then, with a gentle smile, he murmured: "…I'm really sorry, Rocco. But your tongue was just so small and cute… I kind of wanted to eat it."
"DON'T SAY SUCH SCARY THINGS, YOU PERVERT!!"
Laxus hugged Rocco tightly as he pouted, sulking.
"It was my first kiss…!"
Meanwhile, Laxus muttered under his breath, "Ehehe, I got his first kiss~ guhehe."
Hey, wait a second.
He wasn't remorseful at all!
"I'm gonna complain…! I'm gonna file a complaint to Mr. Makarov!"
"Oh? Ah, sure. Let's go together to report our marriage. I'm pretty sure my father will be thrilled. We're definitely having a feast tonight."
"N-Nooo! That's not what I meant!!"
Rocco had initiated his ultimate move—"I'm telling your dad on you!"—but for some reason, it had absolutely no effect on Laxus.