The sudden halt in Shiro's steps almost made Alex stumble ahead. And that almost made his heart skip a few beats out of dread.
Damn! Did I go too far?
He looks so well built on a good glance. And I heard Japanese are good at sumo.
He just won't throw me outta the railings, right? Should I have bid my farewell to mom and dad before leaving him today?
Damn! Did Satan possess me or what?
Should I start chanting mantras?
Alex started calling out to all Gods he knew, in hope that maybe any one of them would take pity on him, and he might be able to escape this. But to his surprise, Shiro removed his hand from Alex's shoulder, just to grab him by his arms.
"Damn, how are you able to tell that?"
Eh?
Alex stared at him, with a dumbstruck expression. That's not what he expected to get. He wouldn't get excused without a punch or two, that he was sure of. Then out of all things, what is this guy asking?
