“Here. Get on this side, you’ll get run over, stupid.”

Geto interlopes your hand with his, pulling you on his right side, on the inner side of the sidewalk to heighten your safety of getting ran over by a passing car.

You and Geto have been close friends since childhood and frequently spent time together with just the both of you. Now, the two of you were going to the arcade and of course, he was highly confident of beating you at every game the arcade had to offer, like always.