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Japan always greeted him well due to both the weather and the obvious height difference between himself and most of the general population. Where San somewhat blended in, he and Sirius stuck out as obvious foreigners or gajin as a few men affectionately called him. They were in some sort of shopping square, not overly populated but not entirely empty either. It seemed almost...picturesque, as though the area was lifted from a magazine rather than the packed, fast-paced metro he'd come to know in Chicago.
He supposed that was one of the difference between the two countries. Japan actually looked nice. Chicago pretended to be.
"You been here before Sirius?" he asked as he lit a cigarette.
By some miracle the area didn't have an anti-smoking policy so he wanted to revel a bit before he'd have to enter another tobacco-free zone. Everyone and their mother hated smoking these days (even though most seemed absolutely fine with marijuana and the like). From what it seemed, San was the only one with any idea of where to go and he was perfectly fine with that seeing as she seemed more than excited to be back in her homeland. He walked behind her, blowing out a few puffs of smoke before speaking.
"Lead the way San," he nodded, "we're right behind you."