shota grumbled as he followed the others. This was another day off of class that he could spend sleeping or studying but no. The other wanted to hang out, and by that they mean walk around the city shopping, which wasn't shota's thing at all... He walked a little behind the others, looking around. Shota's eyes landed on a small kid, who looked about 2 or 3, who was sitting on the edge of the sidewalk. Sure, kids ran around here all the time, but this one looked more dirty, with some dust and bruises scattered on them. And they looked pretty lost, too. Shota strayed away from his group and sat next to the kid "... You okay, kid? Do you know where your parents are?" shota asked. The kid looked a bit startled and looked down, scratching slightly at their arms as they shook their head "... Well, ah... I guess I'll get you somewhere safe..." shota said, and the kid didn't really respond to that. He slowly and gently reached a hand towards the kid. They flinched slightly but didn't back away, allowing shota to pick them up. Their head rested against his shoulder and their small hands gripped his shirt. Shota made his way back to the others "hey, ah, guys..." he spoke up, and the others turned back to look at him "what should I do with them..."