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Gambit looked up at the sky for a moment when she asked about home, as if we were simply happily watching the clouds as they walked. In truth, he was surprised by the kick to the chest he felt at the random question. Internally he wasn't sure how he felt about his birthplace. He both loved it and despised it all at once.
"Nah, I haven't been back since I came to Japan." He answered, tip-toeing around the fact that he simply couldn't, not unless he had the means to smuggle himself over, which took far more money than he ever hoped to have.

Besides, even if he did manage it he was sure he'd just get killed anyway. Besides his shit family, there was another in Canada that actually deserved to kill him, if they were even alive themselves. To Gambit, Canada was a Schrodinger's box he was too scared to ever open.
"No, I used to but... not really anymore." He glanced back to Belle and smiled despite his thoughts getting a tad dark for a moment, though hearing her talk of good things soon soothed him a little even if it hurt a bit too. Most of his memories of before Japan were fuzzy and more fact than memory, but the good ones he still had were similar. It was one of the reasons the place they were headed to made him feel so... anchored.


As they reached Gambit's little treasure spot, he led Belle onto a narrow foot-street running between small family-run shops and older apartment buildings. Although the street itself seemed old and it's inhabitants on the lower end of the class system, it lacked the typical graffiti and signs of crime like similar areas, and the buildings seemed surprisingly well taken care of and loved despite their age. Lining the street were maple trees, shorter and more slender than their Canadian cousins, but sporting the same fall colors in their intricate leaves. The golden canopy they created over the street made it seem almost like it's own little world, showering gold leaves down over the few food stalls set up to feed the people out enjoying the weather or going about their day.

"Welcome to the Golden Road!" He beamed as he presented her with the spot, quite happy of his little find. He had stumbled across it a few years ago after an especially shitty day, but a few hours here and a free crepe from a really nice stall owner and he had felt the best he had in years. Since then he came quite often to the point that a few locals greeted him as they passed, it was the closest to home he had found.