[Credence frowns slightly, looking between the offered coins and Takumi. Slowly he closes his fingers back around them and returns them to his pocket. It's a novel feeling, having money in his pocket. More so than having food in his belly. But if Takumi won't take the offer maybe... with the other boy as encouragement Credence can spend at least a few of those coins himself.]
If you tell me what you wanted maybe I can at least make sure it gets back to you if someone else gets it?
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If you tell me what you wanted maybe I can at least make sure it gets back to you if someone else gets it?