He spun on his heels and squatted down in front of you, his wooden sandals clicking noisily against the gravel path as he stared at you. Sitting sheepishly on the side of the road with a small bowl for begging situated in your lap. He glanced at your missing leg and young appearance for a moment more before sighing and pushing up the sleeve of his yukata to get his hand free, holding it out to you and asking calmly as he held eye contact "C'mon. Do you want to go get some yakitori? My treat."