One awkward movement, and the change from the pocket is scattered on the sidewalk, and it is so inconvenient to collect the fugitives being hung with shopping bags.

One of the coins rolls until it rests against a black and red shoe, so familiar to the residents of Shibuya.

"Huuh?" Ramuda quickly assesses the situation and helps to collect the scattered coins, which for him, nimble and energetic, is not difficult. "Here you go, onee-san~"

His eyes are both innocent and playful, and a pleasant, cozy warmth comes from an outstretched hand with a handful of coins. He smells of sweetness and mint, a lollipop in his mouth.