[ Familiar and unfamiliar, indeed. Kisame has learned that the life he knows — that of a shinobi — is nothing but a legend here. He has also learned that the lands he once traveled have never even existed in this universe. Yet he recognizes the language spoken on New Tokyo's packed streets; he can read the writing on advertisements without translation; he knows the proper etiquette of a culture that is ostensibly not his own. He doesn't know how to reconcile this futuristic mirror image with the world that he knows — but the fact that he is already more comfortable here than in New Amsterdam speaks volumes.

Although … he wouldn't feel nearly as comfortable navigating this strange city without Shinobu at his side. Is that nostalgia rearing its head, the ache of an absent partner making itself known? Is it because Shinobu is far more familiar than even this city? Or is it simply (and far more dangerously) because he enjoys spending time with her?

Thoughts for another time. For now, Kisame focuses his mind on the matter at hand: finding a place for refreshments. ]

Tea does sound nice, [ he agrees without a second thought. She does know his tastes well by now, doesn't she? ] I'd have to pass on anything stronger…

[ Any level of inebriation would be unthinkable in such an unknown environment. And while Kisame may have been pulled from the shinobi world, shaking that paranoia doesn't come quickly or easily. ]

Do you think there might be a shop with a view of a park?

[ Two birds, one stone. ]