"Yuuuuu. Kiiiiiii. Tooooooooo….I am so gonna kill you!"
Yukito's manager, Yang Tian, was looming over him like an Asura had descended.
He was thirty this year but already looked like he was sixty.
"You just left the premises on your own after the show! How dare you? Do you know how worried I was for you!"
"What if somebody recognized you? What if a paparazzi was lurking around? What if there was a stalker? I was half-dead last night all because of you! Just look how much I aged! Why do you always give me trouble?"
Bla bla bla, Yukito had covered his ears. He fired the same questions that he thought imagined last night.
Yukito bowed. "I am sorry, oh great, Yang Tian. Please forgive this subject for his audacity. I shall offer my head as my apology. Please accept it."
Yang Tian flared even more. "Shut up! You will really turn my hair white one day, Yukito!"
