Oof… The tension in here was palpable.
Rocco suddenly felt like he'd walked straight into a warzone.
Swept up in Olgert's urgency, he had rushed here without a second thought, but—yeah, no.
This was absolutely not a place he should be.
With Makarov present, this discussion had to be something major.
Something a complete outsider like him definitely wasn't supposed to hear.
He had to get out.
Quietly.
Immediately.
Deciding to sneak away and return at a better time, Rocco turned and carefully tiptoed toward the exit—
BANG!
A loud crash made him jolt, his shoulders jerking up as he spun around.
There, leaning way too dramatically against the wall, was Olgert.
Still holding his "wall slam" pose, he turned to Rocco with a suspiciously bright grin.
…Oh.
Oh no.
That was on purpose.
Rocco's entire body trembled with the realization.
"Ah, my bad. Felt a little dizzy there."