"Awa-awa, awawa—!"
"Rocco, calm down. There's no need to scurry around like that. And stop circling me—you're too cute, and it makes me want to just scoop you up and capture you."
Rocco never could have anticipated the crown prince suddenly showing up in the middle of his peaceful snack time.
On top of that, Laxus had just made a wildly reckless remark.
Overwhelmed by confusion, the terrifying possibility of Laxus being executed for rebellion, and a flurry of other anxieties, Rocco panicked, flailing around in a frenzy.
With both arms raised high, he ran circles around Laxus at full speed.
This spinning was partly a result of his muddled thoughts, but also served a more strategic purpose.
If he acted as a living barrier, a kind of protective fence, then no one would be able to get close to Laxus and arrest him.
A one-man barricade? A personal security perimeter? Something like that.
