“Well, I prefer up over there.” KID pointed to the northeast. “The gliding there is excellent many nights and there’s quite a lot of shady places during the day.”
He scratched the back of his head. Of course, now his debonair act starts breaking (even if just a bit) when he actually is interested in the person… “But what about you? Any favorite spots? I understand you’re not from around here and I’m not sure if you enjoy this place, but I am curious.”
“I’ve at least spent the culmination of six or seven years here, total over the span of my life… That ought to count for something by now, shouldn’t it?"
Hakuba thought about it, gaze moving over the city contemplatively, standing still, but anxious, next to the thief.
"Tokyo tower looks remarkably like the Eiffel tower…”
But that said nothing of Japan’s own merits. He tried harder. He pointed, stiffly.
“Rainbow Bridge is almost like the London Tower bridge.”
…but Rainbow Bridge was far, far off in the distance, and still, Hakuba wasn’t really helping anything. He frowned, and lowered his hand.
“There are plenty of lovely places here, Kaito…u-san…” He stammered the words awkwardly. “I suppose, though, when I look out at everything… I’m just reminded of how I don’t belong… if I’m to be honest about it.”