His given name is Jean-Pierre, though he tends to go exclusively by his family name - Polnareff.

[ He lays out a series of photographs on the table, all featuring a pale-silver-haired man, broad-shouldered and red and freckled where he's sun-touched and laughing more often than not. Kakyoin himself is in a few of the pictures, occasionally wrestled into the frame of them by the frenchman. ]

He's an itinerant sort. Likes to wander around Europe, chasing after whatever's caught his interest lately. He travels cheaply. I checked the hostels first, but his name wasn't in any of their guestbooks. He has a knack for exchanging favours, befriending people, doing errands in exchange for being permitted to stay in their homes as a guest, that sort of thing.

[ Which makes him difficult to track. He sighs, only a little overdramatically, and places a pair of earrings on the table next to the photographs. They're shaped like broken hearts, made from green glass. ]

He wears earrings in this style. Not these exact ones, of course, this is a pair he left behind when we last met. But the same shape.