@neuroticsynth liked for a starter
With the quiet cling and clang of copper upon cobblestone, a coin came rolling to his feet. It was did not belong to him and was of little value. Perhaps that was the reason why KAITO felt not inclined to keep it -- but then again, he would’ve been more easily prompted to try return a bill. He began his stoutness exercises. With a “セ――イノ！” to himself, he bent down, his hands towards his toes and his legs hardly any less straight than they had been when he’d been standing. With his bad leg offering him virtually no ways to kneel successfully, he had to resort to playing Winnie Pooh. 5cm further he was making a face that implied him squeezing one eye shut, had he’d still owned the 2 necessary for such something, and then he felt his fingers close around the coin. Gotcha. “Sorry about that.” Or perhaps the boy had enjoyed the spectacle -- he didn’t look overly interested, though. With his good hand, he held up the spare change that had gone off on an adventure. “Is this yours?”
