And Hayato did continue... though he simply assumed Ryuutaro was the one who wanted to go there. It was a surprisingly nice establishment... which, even Hayato in his current-day attire, Hayato clashed horribly with. Nevermind imagining his as a filthy kid off the street. Luckily, the place was mostly empty...

and after a brief look around, he was sure that there was no Marco, or his little shit looming around. He... honestly wouldn't know what to say to him if he ran into him. Personally he had just hoped everyone on the island assumed he had died.

It was honestly a stupid move coming here. There where probably a number of people here that would recognize him, and now that Marco was no longer playing here it was doubtful one of those people would be the ninth. Even so... he couldn't really bring himself to leave.

This building was part of the chain of events that had essentially saved his life.

His eyes wandered to the piano for a moment, but then he seemed to lose his train of thought and looked at Ryuutaro.

"So... you hungry or somethin'?"

Sure, this place was on the nice side... which they probably weren't dressed for... but then again, since when did Hayato conform to normal social standards?