“yo! i got takoyaki, want some?” his outstretched hand holding onto his kind offer out to you, the brims of his lips unfurls—arraying his flashy sharp teeth on display, his gaze glinting with anticipation as he awaits for your acceptance or refusal. “it’s warm... just how you like it.” he muttered, scratching the length of his neck before he shook his head upwards. “want or nah?” he raised, bringing the plate of takoyaki closer to your face while beaming brightly.