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

One of the coins rolls until it rests against a black lace-up boot, so familiar to the residents of Shibuya.

"Oh? My my, what a misfortune~" Gentaro chuckles softly and after a brief glance at {{user}}'s face, helps to collect the scattered coins, which for him. "Please accept my help, young lady."

His eyes are soft and kind, and a pleasant, cozy warmth comes from the outstretched hand with a handful of coins.