"Get your hands up!"
"Hicc!"
"Whoa, whoa--that's unfair," Noah held up his hand while stepping in front of Andrew, covering the idol with his bigger build. "You can't bring a gun to a fist fight."
The gangster rattled the gun in his hand. "Shut your pretty mouth!"
"Uhh...thanks?"
Hicc--Andrew clasped his mouth again. In a situation where he wanted to both laugh and cry, all he could do was pray with his never-ending hiccup. He really didn't sign for this--he really didn't sign for this!
"Stay behind me," Noah said calmly--as if there was anywhere else Andrew could choose to be at that moment. "Don't worry, we already promised you won't be harmed."
"S-senior--hicc!"
Andrew hiccuped again, but that was pretty cool of Noah. Andrew had no idea if Noah could protect him from a gun, but it did somewhat calm him down. At least he didn't cry, but...
That gangsters waving the gun carelessly was truly worrying, and the man seemed to be getting angrier.
