[ @66thbullet asked : "Hey..." He pauses, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. The man in black smells strongly of cigarettes, and his tired, unshaven face makes him appear ambiguous in age. He could be as old as 38 or as young as 25. "Do you happen to have some pocket change you'd be willing to spare? I'm just a few cents short from buying a happy meal." ]
THE VALUE of money often escapes 683 -- his familiarity with it is tenuous at best, and while many would be adverse to offering cash to a stranger, he finds he has no qualms being helpful. ❝ Oh, yes, of course. Here, I think I’ve got something, ❞ he mutters, and he fumbles in his breast pocket, front pocket, back pockets, before alighting in realization that he’d tucked his money into his shoe. Safekeeping.
❝ OH, ❞ HE sighs in dismay, a grimace of disappointment marring his features, ❝ I only have one piece of money. I really do wish I had more. Is this enough ? ❞ he asks earnestly, placing a neatly folded fifty quid note into Kiritsugu’s hand.
