It is because you are not used to seeing the city in the daylight.
[ True? Maybe.
He looks over his shoulder—for the birds, you know—but, predictably finding nothing, wraps his hand around Byerly's elbow and shifts halfway into a new game. ]
Close your eyes. Maybe you'll know it that way—left or right?
[ Bastien's gurgling choke turns into a laugh and his elbow swings out to nudge By in the ribs. ]
Coquin.
[ He also turns them left. A narrower street, even less populated. He glances at By, checking that his eyes are still closed, then just checking him out, and strokes fingers against the inside of his elbow in a way that somehow means, in Bard sign, to your right. ]
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[ True? Maybe.
He looks over his shoulder—for the birds, you know—but, predictably finding nothing, wraps his hand around Byerly's elbow and shifts halfway into a new game. ]
Close your eyes. Maybe you'll know it that way—left or right?
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Left.
[ He reaches out to the left and (ever so accidentally, of course! his eyes are closed!) gropes Bastien's crotch. ]
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Coquin.
[ He also turns them left. A narrower street, even less populated. He glances at By, checking that his eyes are still closed, then just checking him out, and strokes fingers against the inside of his elbow in a way that somehow means, in Bard sign, to your right. ]