"Not often, no."
Hayato shrugged at his companion's question of whether he interacted with anyone outside of Westside. He may have, once, but being the gang leader- scratch that, just being a Hound in the first place didn't leave much room for interaction that wasn't completely gang related.
He almost forgot how strangely winding the roads of Castle City were when not on a motorcycle. Many clubs and bars were open at this hour, though he didn't have much interest in them- in the flashing neon signs, perhaps, but even their light seemed dull through his beanie.
Once Kazenari mentioned something about the silence, he noticed then that the noise of bustling city nightlife had gone- and now they were walking through one of the quieter roads. Ah, well. More room for conversation then. It was almost like they walked into another portal- the place wasn't as fancy as Castle's usual establishments.
"Or maybe you appreciate the atmosphere here."
He guessed, glancing over briefly.
"It's not as high-brow as the usual buildings and roads you see in the city. Entirety of the west side is also dominated by graffiti and whatnot, so there's no comfort there either. Places like this seem kind of rare in such a bustling city."
Though, this did raise a small question in his head. He glanced briefly at his walking companion.
"Are you the type who enjoys old-fashioned things? Just a guess is all."