I know, that's what I mean.

[never in his life had he seen such a pretentious, false display of environmental consciousness. as someone unable to completely shed the thoughtfulness that had been instilled in him growing up, it aggravated him more than he'd ever care to admit to see such soulless parading of natural stewardship. do it because it was the right thing to do, not to crow about tourist potential.

but that was a rant for another time. right now he had to evaluate his companion's answer, an action which was becoming increasingly difficult with every drop of beer that slid down his throat.]

Mhm. [he realizes belatedly Kit can't really see him nod from here, so he gives him a soft pat on the head.] We moved here when I was thirteen.

[which would explain in many ways why he'd only run away from home around fifteen or so. it took time to learn a city well enough to have confidence you could survive there without aid, even for someone as bullheaded and prideful as Vincent.

and maybe, also, he'd been holding onto hope that he wouldn't have to be pushed to that extreme. just maybe.]

You should be jealous. I grew up in Tokyo, mostly.