"Hey, genius, we're trying to make me a Czech citizen, not Japanese. A criminal record with no legal visas could get me deported to a country I don't know any better than another. So I'm Japanese-Czech, so what?" Reno snorts, rolling his eyes and reaching into his back pocket. He pulls out a lollipop, of all things, peeling the wrapper off and sticking it into his mouth as he walked. It had kept him from other less savory distractions like smoking, after all, and it actually made for a more intimidating look, the way he kept the stick out the side of his mouth, like stereotyped gangsters with their toothpicks.

"I still do speak Japanese, evidently. Something with a Yokohama accent? Anyways, they use me for liaisons with overseas constituents." A nice way of saying Yakuza associates, but they were being delicate. Everyone here assumes I'm running from an old gang in Japan, everyone from Japan is confused about where I'm from because my tattoos are authentic and my language is fluent, but I'm a ghost there. It's actually kinda nice, everyone spreading wild rumors about me and all of them being wrong."

He smiles, shrugging and stuffing his hands in his pockets as they walk, gazing up at the clouds idly. The candy clicks against his teeth as he rolls it with his tongue, thinking.

"When do you leave again?" he asks, glancing over at the skater from the corner of his vision, still keeping his face skyward, casual. The seasons rolled quickly and Reno still doesn't full grasp the circuits, but he knows Emil won't stay in Prague forever. He'll have to figure out his situation before then.